In the name of the Beast

I sound as doleful as a funeral yet i am perfectly happy. I talk as if I am afraid of everything but I am really as brave as a lion.
He became so beautiful and the music so despairing, I do not know which o fthem it was that filled my eyes with tears.
All you have been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. So I won't deny any of what you said. But there's one thing more to be said, even so. Suppose we have only dreamed, or made up, all those things --- trees and grass and sun and moon and stars and God himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say that, in that case, the made-up things seem a good deal more important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only world. Well, it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when you come to think of it. We're just babies making up a game, if you're right. But this game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on God's side even if there isn't any God to lead it. I am going to live as like a Christian even if there isn't any Kingdom. So, I am leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for the Promised Land. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's a small losee if the world's as dull a place as you say.