Pale angels kneel beside the graves stretching row on row,
And madmen carrying mouldy flowers quickly come and go.
Chapter LVI
Having passed through the graveyard of the gods, Gud came to a vast beyond where there really was nothing, when the gods are dead there can be nothing. And so Gud journeyed on, for he would not stop at nothing, and he came to a church, because it was Saturday night.
Crouched by the steps of the church was a poor old skeptic begging alms of faith.
"Why do you beg?" asked Gud.
"Because I have need of faith," said the skeptic.
"If I should give you a great amount of faith, would you use it to destroy your doubts, or would you go out and proclaim it to others, and thus give it all away?"
"Try me," said the skeptic.
"Then believe that I am Gud."