A snippet from ENT

 A certain Arab died and left seventeen camels, which he bequeathed to his three sons in the following proportions: to the eldest a half; to the second a third; to the youngest a ninth. The three sons were disputing violently about the proper division of the camels when a stranger rode up to them from the desert and asked them the cause of their anger. When they had explained it to him he said: ‘But this is very simple. I shall give you my camel; so now you have eighteen instead of seventeen, and the sum is easily done. The eldest will take nine, the second six and the youngest two.’ When the three sons had each taken the camels allotted to him, they found that one was left over. ‘And therefore,’ said the stranger, ‘I can now take my own camel back again, and yet leave you with no further cause for dispute.’

The bequest made sense only if the sons assumed the presence of a camel which didn’t even need to exist.

I find that the world makes sense only if we assume the existence of a loving God.

Philip Toynbee, Part of a Journey, Collins, London 1981, p184f