A dream has power to poison sleep.
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If he is infinitely good, what reason should we have to fear him? If he is infinitely wise, what doubts should we have concerning our future? If he knows all, why warn him of our needs and fatigue him with our prayers? If he is everywhere, why erect temples to him? If he is just, why fear that he will punish the creatures that he has filled with weaknesses?
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote questions the need for fear and worship of an omnipotent and benevolent deity.
Percy Bysshe Shelley raises fundamental questions about the nature of God and the relationship between humanity and the divine. He challenges the typical notions of fear, prayer, and worship directed toward a being that is described as infinitely good, wise, and powerful. If such a God exists, Shelley argues, then why should people fear him or feel the need to plead with him, as he already understands their needs and shortcomings? This critique invites deeper contemplation on the nature of faith and the expectations placed upon divine entities.
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GodFaithFearWorshipPhilosophyQuestions
In practice
Example use cases
This quote could be used in a philosophical discussion about religion and the nature of God.
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