The Mind of God

What about the really big question which follows the preceding chapter? Does God exist? Is the language of the Universe one of eternal silence?

Kosmos [sic], the adornment, the orderly arrangement, the ideal beauty, harmony, and grace, of the Universe! Is there or is there not in the mind of man a conception answering to these magnifi cent, these magical words? Is their sound an empty clang, a hollow ringing in our ears, or does it stir up in the depths of our inward being a sentiment of something interwoven in our nature of which we cannot divest ourselves, and which thrills within us as in answer to a spell whispering more than words can interpret?