Salvation

It never ceases to amaze me! The devil perhaps exists for no other reason than that it is inconceivable that man, in spite of his depravity, in spite his finitude, could so insanely botch the idea of salvation by himself. Even the nearness of a concentration camp can be blurred out by eyes that are so intent on looking to the distant; so it is with our miserable conceptions of salvation as they relate to the present. Man has forgotten how to breathe, and in its place is repression that gains magnitude at every moment the contrast between the here and the glorious future city of oxygen called Heaven is brought before his eyes in times when he needs it most -- that is, in the present. No, salvation is now, or God is a fiction or an imbecile! And if you think the latter, would it not be pragmatically safe to conclude that He doesn't exist? And when you conclude this, would you not be better off than the man who believes that salvation is limited exclusively to the post-mortem in actually finding a meaning for yourself, a truth whose image you are stamped on, that you can thus find at least a limited happiness?