“Not true,” said Murhalim. “The greater the progress in human thought, the stronger is man’s conviction that God exists. Look at the history of man’s development: at first he had no belief at all; then he began to worship fire, then trees, stones, spirits, gods, and finally the one and only God.”
Achmad merely laughed.
Murhalim looked out of the window again. Below him spread tall and steep mountain ranges, valleys in greens and yellows, and from time to time the brilliant light of the sun flashed on the surface of rivers which gleamed in their winding course below. A yellowish-white road stretched through the countryside. From above, it looked like a fine, smooth road. But Murhalim knew how it was in reality: murderous for vehicles, full of pot-holes, deteriorating with every passing ye
