When I was travelling to America there was a young Italian with me on the ship. Looking at me he thought that I was a priest, and being himself an atheist he began to ask me, "What is your belief?" I said, "Nobody can tell his belief, it cannot be put into words. But may I ask what is yours? Perhaps you can explain it better." "Well" said he, "I believe in eternal matter." "Then my belief is not very far from yours. What you call eternal matter, I call eternal spirit. The dispute is over words; if you do not stick to preconceived words there is no difference."