This world is a vaporous jest at best, Tossed off by the gods in laughter, And a cruel attempt at wit were it, If nothing better came after.
But Christianity is an invention of sick brains: one could imagine nothing more senseless, nor any more indecent way of turning the idea of the Godhead into a mockery.
Akhlys lunged at Percy, and for a split second he thought: Well, hey, I’m just smoke. She can’t touch me, right? He imagined the Fates up in Olympus, laughing at his wishful thinking: LOL, NOOB!
So many books that have Christian characters but are written by atheists mercilessly pillory and mock and question the motives of people with faith. I'm past all that.
Did I hear God call me an idiot?
If I'd been listening closely, I'd have caught the sound of the gods having a great big old tee-hee at my expense.
In Bengal, Hindus are known to crack jokes at the expense of their gods and goddesses and that's what I did.
If complete and utter chaos was lightning, then he'd be the sort to stand on a hilltop in a thunderstorm wearing wet copper armour and shouting 'All gods are bastards!
I fail to see what fun, what satisfaction / A God can find in laughing at how badly / Men fumble at the possibilities.
Mind is a light which the Gods mock us with, To lead those false who trust it.
Man prefers to blame himself for all possible sins and crimes rather than come to the conclusion that God is capable of the most flagrant injustice. I still blush every time I think of the way God makes fun of human beings, his favorite toys.
He struggled to breathe through the agony in his chest. The Fates were still mocking him. It must be a boring day for them up on Olympus.
It is not a terrible thing to a wretched soul, when it shall lie roaring perpetually in the flames of hell, and the God of mercy himself shall laugh at them; when...God shall mock them instead of relieving them; when none in heaven or earth can help them but God, and he shall rejoice over them in their calamity
Fool, not to know that love endures no tie, And Jove but laughs at lovers' perjury.
Wise men have interpreted dreams, and the gods have laughed.
Oh, sons of earth! attempt ye still to rise. By mountains pil'd on mountains to the skies? Heav'n still with laughter the vain toil surveys, And buries madmen in the heaps they raise.
