"HOW do you know there is a God? " said a scorner to an Arab whom he found praying at the door of his tent.
" How do I know that it was a man and not a camel that went past my tent last night? " replied the Arab. " I know him by his tracks." And pointing over into the crimson west, where the sun was setting in a sea of crimson fire, he said, "THERE IS THE TRACK OF A GOD."