childish illusion

Inasmuch as God is the father, I am the child.
I have not emerged fully from the autistic wish for omniscience and omnipotence.
I have not yet acquired the objectivity to realize my limitations as a human being, my ignorance, my helplessness.
I still claim, like a child, that there must be a father who rescues me, who watches me, who punishes me, a father who likes me when I am obedient, who is flattered by my praise and angry because of my disobedience.

Quite obviously, the majority of people have, in their personal development, not overcome this infantile stage, and hence the belief in God to most people is the belief in a helping father―a childish illusion.

65p. art of loving