‘If we are to feel death, realise the deadliness of it, and yet master it, it must be by Faith, for we are beyond the help of imagination. Imagination, thank God, may carry us through death if it supply visions of heaven and glory vivid enough to submerge its most hideous fears. But it is only faith in God that can master it in its ultimate form, its most desolate, squalid, benumbing and panic form, death in a moral waste, in spiritual solitude, impotence and failure, death with just enough feeling left to feel itself dead’. – Peter T. Forsyth, God the Holy Father (Blackwood: New Creation, 1987), 51.