God doesn't change...but men do...

I read this book called 'Brave New World' by Aldous Huxley the other time and it's darn creepy...
it's somewhat prophetic and the world today is getting more and more similar to it...
let me give a chapter from it...it's a bit long...so bare with it...I'll try to cut some parts also...

'Art, science-you seem to have paid a failry high price or your happiness,' said the Savage. ' Anything else?'
'Well, religion, of course,' replied the Controller. "There used to be something called God-before the Nine Years' War. But I was forgetting; you know all about God, I suppose.'
'Well...' he Savage hesitated. He would have liked to say something about solitude, about night, about the mesa lying pale under the moon, about the precipice, the plunge into shadowy darkness, about death. He would have liked to speak; but there were no words. Not even in Shakespeare.
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'But if you know about God, why don't you tell them?' asked the Savage indignantly. 'Why don't you give them these books about God?'
'For the same reason as we don't give them Othello: they're old; they're about God hundred's of years ago. Not about God now.
'But God doesn't change.'
'Men do, though.'
'What diffrence does that make?'
'All the difference in the world,' said Mustapha Mond.
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'And while I'm about it I'll take this one too. It's by a man called Maine de Biran. He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.'
'A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,' said the Savage promptly.
'Quite so.i'll read you one of the things he did dream of in a moment.
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'One of the numerous things in heaven and earth that these philosophers didn't dream about was this'(he waved his hand), ' us, the modern world. "You can only be independent of God while you've got youth an prosperity; independence won't take you safely to the end." Well, we've now got youth and prosperity right up to the end. What follows? Evidently, we can be independent of God. "The religious sentiment will compensate us for all our losses." sentiment is superflous. And why should we go hunting for a substitute for youthful desires, when youthful desires never fail? A substitute for distractions, when we go on enjoying all the old fooleries to the very last?