Myriad contradictory worlds," lectured Professor Jerome Delacato, "forever splitting off from each other like branches on a tree, so that, somewhere … - James Morrow

The wonders of nature, she learned, from wing of bee to sonar of bat to eyeball of baby, were not so much perfect machines as adequate contraptions. If nature bespoke a mind, it was a confused and inchoate one, a mind incapable of locating the optic nerve on the correct side of the retina, a mind unable to accomplish much of anything without resort to jerry-building and extinction.

Imagine that a team of neuroscientists has just unveiled a technology that lets a person remove all trace of some terrible experience from his brain. Under what conditions, if any, would you use it? What might it be like to go through life knowing you’d once suffered an ordeal so dreadful that it demanded radical excision? How long could you endure this strange affirmative ignorance, this lost access to the unspeakable, without becoming neurotic, or even slightly mad? In the long run, might you not decide that such circumscribed amnesia was worse than whatever memory you’d felt compelled to erase?

Don't believe everything you hear about hell. Next time you run into some anti-hell propaganda, consider the source."
"You inflict eternal punishment on people," Julie countered.
"Merely because it's our job. And remember, we persecute only the guilty, which puts us one up on most other institutions.