“I had always felt life first as a story: and if there is a story there is a storyteller….God had written not so much a poem but rather a play; a play He had planned as perfect, but which had necessarily been left to human actors and stage-managers, who had since made a great mess of it.”
G.K. Chesterton, Heretics/Orthodoxy (Nashville: Thomas Nelson Publishers, 2000), 219, 234.