'One thing more, son. Do you believe in God?' Slowly Frost put the spoon back into the bowl. He asked: 'You really want an answer?' 'I want an answer,' said the man. 'I want an honest one.' 'The answer,' said Frost, 'is that I don't know. Not, certainly, in the kind of God that you are thinking of. Not the old white-whiskered, woodcut gentleman. But a supreme being - yes, I would believe in a God of that sort. Because it seems to me there must be some sort of force or power or will throughout the universe. The universe is too orderly for it to be otherwise. When you measure all this orderliness, from the mechanism of the atom at one end of the scale, out to the precision of the operation of the universe at the other end, it seems unbelievable that there is not a supervisory force of some kind, a benevolent ruling force to maintain that sort of order.'