"A very troubled spirit, I thought, looking for answers in the bottle, but not, mind you, without an interest in metaphysics."

"Is that so?"

"Once he actually came to services, smirking all the while, it's true, and red-eyed drunk, and then he cornered me.  You know, rabbi, he said, you're right.  The Lord is our God, and the Lord is One.  But do you know why, rabbi?  Is it because our Lord has such a tapeworm inside him, such a prodigious appetite, that he can chew up six million Jews in one meal.  And if the Lord, our God, were Two.  What then?  Twelve million.  Who had them to spare at the time?  So, the Lord our God is One, because Two we couldn't afford."

"And what," Jake asked, "did you say to that?"

"I pointed out to him that there are mysteries within mysteries and even in blasphemy, faith can take root.  It was not for me to know everything, I forewarned him, and even in God's ground crew I was no more than a rifleman."

- St. Urbain's Horseman, by Mordecai Richler