Survivors of a Wreck


My haunting instinct that somehow good was not merely a tool to be used, but a relic to be guarded, like the goods from Crusoe’s ship—even that had been the wild whisper of something originally wise, for, according to Christianity, we are indeed the survivors of a wreck, the crew of a gold ship that had gone down before the beginning of the world.

–G. K. Chesterton,
Tremendous Trifles