[It is the sensible and mature thing to say. If Beckett was not hazy and unguarded from the drug, he might merely have answered with biting sarcasm - or even seen Enoch's conviction and his point. As it stands, things spill out of him, thrust to the surface just because of that conviction, driven by something acid like envy.]

Of course you're so certain of that. You will go back and be God's messenger again... the only condition is your success. Easy to be an optimist when failure isn't an option.