live.’ 3 Many have done as Sartre. Any vestige of God-ward impulse they have uprooted in a desire to be bravely modern in a brave new world. But the Maker’s genetic code cannot be so easily uprooted. People find their hearts restless, for something that is lacking. Novelist Julian Barnes put it like this: ‘I don’t believe in God … but I miss him’. Many young people go dancing, raving, keeping awake with cocaine or the latest drug but they do not find the life they are nostalgic for. Some are paid-up