I have so far here, here, here, here, here, and here looked at the way that D Z Phillips has explored some of the central issues concerning religion through twentieth-century literature.
We have discussed the view that, at this stage of civilisation, we should have put aside the childishness of religion. We have begun to look at what might take its place once we have emptied heaven. One possibility is art. But could it be that we are not as self-sufficient as we think? Is religion simply one of those charitable untruths we need to get through life?
In the next few postings I shall review Phillips' analysis of religion and morality.