"Where else but from doubt can faith arise,
wise fool?" Michael glowered. "It is the true sin of the churchman
that he doubts not. He knows, he is certain, and thus he is
snared in Satan's net. And soon enough, casts the net himself, and cackles with
glee when he hauls up his catch of innocence."
The raptor vanished, replaced by the friend.
"Others see in you the gentleness of your spirit, and the wisdom of your
mind. Those are there, true. I have always recognized them. But beneath lies
the true Cassian. There is no strength so iron hard as gentleness, Anthony. No
faith so pure as that which always doubts, no wisdom so deep as that which
always questions."
The monk straightened his back. "Were this
not true, I would reject God. I would spit in His face and join the legions of
Lucifer, for the archangel would be right to rebel. I love God because I am His
creation. I am not his creature."
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