Comforting reassurance was once the work of the church. Now it’s increasingly being sought from the machine
A few summers ago I attended two funerals in a week.
One was for a man who was atheist and had lots of worldly success. The second was for a woman who was Catholic, raised three children and lived a much quieter life.
This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die …
