The Thanatos Syndrome

faith. All of us have. It is part of the times.”
    â€œDeprived? How do you mean?”
    â€œIt is easy enough to demonstrate,” he says, shrugging first one shoulder high, then the other.
    â€œYes?”
    â€œSure. Just consider. Even if the truths of religion could be proved to you one, two, three, it wouldn’t make much difference, would it? One hundred percent of astronomers have discovered that the universe was created from nothing. The explanation is obvious but it does not avail. Who can handle it? It does not signify. It is boring to think of. Ninety-seven percent of astronomers are still atheists. Do you blame them? They are also boring. The only thing more boring would be if the ninety-seven percent all converted, right? It follows that there must be some other force at work, right?”
    â€œRight,” I say, noting with alarm the same brightness of eye and chipper expression he used to have in the fire tower.
    But before I can escape, he has taken me by the arm and drawn me aside, as if some poor dying soul might overhear.
    â€œDo you recall what happened in Yugoslavia a few years ago?” he asks in a low confidential voice.
    â€œYugoslavia,” I say, wishing I had not gotten into this.
    â€œThe six little children to whom the Mother of God appeared?”
    â€œOh. I do recall something of the sort, yes. Now if you will excuse—”
    â€œWhat she told them has been much publicized, doubtlessly exaggerated by the superpious—who knows?—but one little item has been largely overlooked.”
    â€œIs that so?”
    â€œYet I think it highly significant—one of those unintentionally authentic touches which make a story credible.”
    â€œVery interesting. Well, I—”
    â€œI’d like your professional opinion on this,” he says in a low voice, drawing me still closer.
    â€œCertainly,” I say, glancing at my watch.
    â€œThe story of the apparitions is well known. Of course, no one knows for certain whether the Virgin appeared to them. The Church does not know. Many pious people believe that she did. That is not what interests me. It is one small detail which they related about one of the many apparitions which seemed so outlandish that no one could make sense of it and either laid it to childish fantasy or overlooked it altogether. You recall that though she identified herself as the Mother of God, one of the children related that she appeared not as the Queen of Heaven with a serpent under one foot and a cloud under the other, crowned with stars and so on—but as an ordinary-looking young red-cheeked Jewish girl, which of course she probably was. But what she told them on this one occasion and which they related without seeming to understand what they were saying was this: Do you know why this century has seen such terrible events happen? The Turks killing two million Armenians, the Holocaust, Hitler killing most of the Jews in Europe, Stalin killing fifteen million Ukrainians, nuclear destruction unleashed, the final war apparently inevitable? It is because God agreed to let the Great Prince Satan have his way with men for a hundred years—this one hundred years, the twentieth century. And he has. How did he do it? No great evil scenes, no demons—he’s too smart for that. All he had to do was leave us alone. We did it. Reason warred with faith. Science triumphed. The upshot? One hundred million dead. Could it be a test like Job’s? Then one must not lose hope even though the final war seems inevitable as this terrible century draws to a close. Because almost everyone has lost hope. Christians speak of the end time. Jews of the hopelessness of the mounting Arab terror. Even unbelievers, atheists, humanists, TV anchormen have lost hope—you’ve heard how these commentators speak in their grave style which conceals a certain Ed Murrow delectation of doom. Do you think that there is a secret desire for it? But you must not lose hope, she told the children. Because if you keep hope and have a loving heart and do not secretly wish for the death of others, the Great Prince Satan will not succeed in destroying the world. In a few years this dread century will be over. Perhaps the world will end in fire and the Lord will come—it is not for us to say. But it is for us to say, she said, whether hope and faith will come back into the world. What do you think?”
    â€œWhat? Oh. Do you mean