Easter is not a time for groping through dusty, musty tomes or tombs to
disprove spontaneous generation or even to prove life eternal.
It is a day to fan the ashes of dead hope, a day to banish doubts and seek the slopes
where the sun is rising, to revel in the faith which
transports us out of ourselves and the dead past into the
vast and inviting unknown.
~Author unknown, as quoted in the Lewiston Tribune