Hoover says one can't do much for the world but laugh at it.

He has a theory of his own.

He maintains that God set this planet whirling, then turned away for a moment to start another universe or something.

He says that when the Creator glances back at us again, to find this poor, scrubby little earth-family divided over its clod, the strong robbing the weak in the midst of plenty for all--enslaving them to starve and toil and fight, spending more for war than would keep the entire family in luxury; that when God looks closer, in his amazement, and finds that, next to greed, the matter of worshipping Him has made most of the war and other deviltry--the hatred and persecution and killing among all the little brothers--he will laugh aloud before he reflects, and this little ballful of funny, passionate insects will be blown to bits.

He says if the world comes to an end in his lifetime, he will know God has happened to look this way, and perhaps overheard a bishop say something vastly important about Apostolic succession or the validity of the Anglican Orders or Transubstantiation or 'communion in two kinds' or something.