I am infinitely strange to myself. - John Fowles

I saw that this cataclysm must be an expiation for some barbarous crime of civilization, some terrible human lie. What the lie was, I had too little knowledge of history or science to know then. I know now it was our believing that we were fulfilling some end, serving some plan - that all would come out well in the end, because there was some great plan over all. Instead of the reality. There is no plan. All is hazard. And the only thing that will preserve us is ourselves.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened.
It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

I am talking about the general psychological health of the species, man. He needs the existence of mysteries, not their solution.