The Sea of Faith
Was once, too, at the full, and round earth's shore
Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furl'd.
But now I only hear
Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar,
Retreating, to the breath
Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear
And naked shingles of the world.
-from Dover Beach, by Matthew Arnold
I don't have to believe the stories of the past to know there is mystery and beauty there. It helps to have some empathy and imagination to know, at least a little, what the world once was. And perhaps the easy living in this oil age has corroded some of the vital qualities that people of earlier ages possessed that gave their lives a meaning and depth that we can only look at uncomprehendingly. "vast edges drear and naked shingles of the world" says it well of our time. just who are the gullible ones?
Matthew Arnold at Project Gutenberg Dover Beach is about halfway down if you want to read it, it isn't very long. It was quoted in Ray Bradbury's book
Fahrenheit 451.