There were times when his life had seemed to him like one prolonged act of sleepwalking. - Robert Charles Wilson

A man who submits himself wholeheartedly to God might handle them and not be harmed. That was the faith my father had professed. Certainly he trusted God, in his own case, and believed God manifested Himself in the rolled eyes of his congregants and in their babble of incomprehensible tongues. Trust and be saved, was his philosophy. And yet in the end it was the snakes that killed him. I wondered which element of the calculation had ultimately failed him—human faith or divine patience.

There's no forgiveness built into the system. I told Barbara so, dozens of times. She was always marching off to save the whales, save the trees, save some goddamn thing. It was endearing. But in the back of my head I always heard Dad's voice: 'This is only a holding action. Nothing is ever really saved.' Barbara thought the greenhouse effect was like a virus, something you could stop if you came up with the right vaccine. I told her it was a cancer—the cancer of humanity on the vital organs of the earth. You can't stop that by marching."
"Isn't that a little like giving up?"
"I think it's called acceptance." Archer stood and walked to the door, where his silhouette obscured the motion of the trees.
"Very bleak attitude, Tom."
"Experience bears it out.

Some pious men may find this truth unorthodox and bitter:
But Nature, Chance, and Time ensure survival of the fitter!