On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
In the desert, the only god is a well.
Religion starts with desolation and ends with misery.
It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.