"Yes I do."

"Where is it then?"

"Here."

"Where?"

"Just look around."

"Yeh, there is a tree. There is a God-dammed rock. There are more, and more dammed mountains. Where is your little old church?"

"Everywhere, and all of that."

"You mean this lonely, desolate, dangerous, cold, eternal wilderness is your church Jed? "

"Yup."

"Prove it."

"Over this hill, there is a meadow."

"Ah, now come on Jed, you can see there ain't nary a thing but ... Jeeeeeesus Christus... now how'd you know that?"

"Faith."

"Faith, damm my eyes."

"How about your mouth,—Silas?"