All novelists should live in two different worlds: a real one and an unreal one.
Whatever sympathy I feel towards religions, whatever admiration for some of their adherents, whatever historical or biological necessity I see in them, whatever metaphorical truth, I cannot accept them as credible explanations of reality; and they are incredible to me in proportion to the degree that they require my belief in positive human attributes and intervenient powers in their divinities.
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What this quote means
The quote expresses skepticism towards religions, suggesting they are not credible explanations of reality.
John Fowles articulates a critical perspective on religion, indicating that while he may hold some sympathy or admiration for religious individuals or constructs, he fundamentally rejects their claims as valid interpretations of reality. He emphasizes that the more religions require belief in human-like attributes or intervention by divine figures, the less credible they appear to him, positioning this as a philosophical argument against the acceptance of religious dogma.
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In a debate on the role of religion in society, this quote could highlight the importance of questioning established beliefs.
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