A Conflicted Catholic Can't Get to Sleep

But, strangely, when you look at the corpse of this tortured man, a particular and curious question arises: if all his disciples, his chief future apostles, if the women who followed him and stood by the cross, if all those who believed in him and worshipped him had seen a corpse like that (and it was bound to be exactly like that) how could they believe, looking at such a corpse, that this sufferer would resurrect? … The people who surrounded the dead man … must have felt horrible anguish and confusion on that evening, which at once smashed all their hopes and almost their beliefs. They must have gone off in terrible fear, though each carried within himself a tremendous thought that could never be torn out of him. (Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot, 408)

Happy Easter.