It is a happy thing that there is no royal road to poetry. The world should know by this time that one cannot reach Parnassus except by flying thither.
Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.
There is no wider gulf in the universe than yawns between those on the hither and thither side of vital experience.
To a certain extent I am taking a leap of faith. I'm adding up the evidence on either side and I'm seeing the evidence of there not being a God is overwhelming compared to the evidence for there being a God.