For Argument sake let's use a Disjunction; The World then is either nothing but a Rencounter of Atomes, a heap of Confusion, and a hurry of Chance, or else 'tis the effect of Design, and under the Laws of Order, and Providence: If the first, what should I stay for, where Nature is in such a Hotchpotch, and Things are so blindly jumbled together? Why don't I rather make it my Choice to disengage, and return to the Element of Earth² as soon as may be? Why should I give my self any trouble? Let me do what I will, my Constitution must be Broken, and my Atomes all Disbanded in a little time. But if there is a Providence, and the latter part of the Disjunction holds good, then I Adore the Great Governour of the World, and am easie in the prospect of Protection.