Since only what is material is perceptible, knowable, nothing is known of the existence of God.
Books exist for me not as physical entities with pages and binding, but in the province of my mind.
God is a spirit. A spirit is as much matter as oxygen or hydrogen.
...it is certain that I am really distinct from my body, and can exist without it.
The soul, in its power, is present in some way in the entire universe, because it apprehends substances which are not included in the body in which it lives, although they are related to it.
Consciousness, unprovable by scientific standards, is forever, then, the impossible phantom in the predictable biologic machine, and your every thought a genuine supernatural event. Your every thought is a ghost, dancing.
In a world where people believe in something, then it does exist.
Why, a spirit is such a little, little thing, that I have heard man, who was a great scholar, say that he'll dance ye a hornpipe upon the point of a needle.
