“…But being religious is often a form of conceit. The faith in which I was brought up assured me that I was better than other people; I was ‘saved,’ they were ‘damned’ —we were in a state of grace and the rest were ‘heathens.’ By ‘heathen’ they meant such as our brother Mahmood. Ignorant louts who seldom bathed and planted corn by the Moon claimed to know the final answers of the Universe. That entitled them to look down on outsiders. Our hymns were loaded with arrogance—self-congradulation on how cozy we were with the almighty and what high opinion he had of us, what hell everybody else would catch some Judgment Day…”
Jubal
Robert Heinlein
Stranger in a Strange Land
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