Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision,
The charnel of the dust who once achieves
Invalidates the balm of that religion
That doubts as fervently as it believes.
“Like religious people, conventional writers… look upon the human story through a particular narrow lens, not crafted by them and belonging to generations of writers long dead. So conventional writers are no more realists than these fundamentalist Rapture nuts are. The true realists are the lens-breakers, always have been.”
Robert Coover