“Then, Padre dear, nobody can know anything about mistakes. People just think they can––don’t they?”
Josè thought hard for a few moments. “Chiquita, can you know that two and two are seven?”
“Why, Padre dear, how funny!”
“Yes––it does seem strange––now. And yet, I used to think I could know things just as absurd.”
“Why, what was that, Padre?”
“I thought, chiquita, that I could know evil––something that God does not and can not know.”
“But––could you, Padre?”
“No, child. It is absolutely impossible to know––to really know––error of any sort.”
“If we knew it, Padre, it would have a rule; or as you say, a principle, no?”
“Exactly, child.”