Solid

"We are all tied to trees and pinned with pitchforks. And as long as these are solid we know the stars will stand and the hills will not melt at our word. Can't you imagine the huge tide of healthy relief and thanks, like a hymn of praise from all nature, that went up from the captive nailed to the tree, when he had wrestled till dawn and received at last the great glorious news; the news that he was only a man?" - The Poet and the Lunatics, Chesterton