Pondering in awe is a wonderful thing. I've been doing it up on the cliffs near Bude all afternoon, in the warm sunshine and gin-clear air that enabled us to see thirty miles along one of the most beautiful coastlines in the world, from Widemouth Bay down to Stepper Point and beyond. The tips of low, lazy waves were spiced by the breeze into sparkling white frothy crests. Early butterflies and bumble bees jousted with each other and the thrift and scurvy grass made a great foil for the fresh green of the turf and the vivid lemon of the kidney vetch. The cool sea breeze on our faces was a tease next to the hot May sunshine. But the pondering sets me looking for the magic of reality, not settling for a super-easy "answer" about some supernatural bloke up there who runs the show. He doesn't. Your mission is to use your brain to find out what's really true. Anything less and you're not using that brain properly. Your God would be very cross with you for that. And if you could just liberate your mind you'd look back on all the dismal aspects of your previous God-infested musings and see that you were wasting your time. It's as strong as that.