The problem with the anthropomorphic vision, that there is a “Creator” with something like what we human beings flatter ourselves by calling “intelligence,” is that then people … are mighty tempted to attribute intentionality to it, as though it were a person.

I haven’t been in Fulton, Kentucky, for more than 30 years. It’s very likely a pretty nice town. Even then, in July 1966, the night of the unpleasantness, there were at least three mighty fine people living there. That’s how we managed to get out with no more physical damage than a few bumps and bruises. And of course, a ruined truck.