That’s what heaven is. You get to make sense of your yesterdays
Faith is throwing yourself into the arms of the unknown and trusting that you will be safe in the hands of that monster
In a world where people are too languid to make something of themselves out of effort, I sell them hope. What they do with it is up to them. Invariably they drink it and then hurl it down a gutter, but that’s their choice and their freedom. I won’t judge them.
If I convert it’s because it’s better that a believer dies than that an atheist does.
Just when she thought she had it all figured out something happened to test her faith or alter her view of reality.
The shade of the sky changed ever so slightly in her peripheral vision. She raised her eyes from her toes to the horizon, to witness the sun’s last dance in the daylight as it began to descend slowly, magically into the distant sea. Exotic pastel hues of orange and fuchsia were now painted across the fading expression of the day. It was a calm yet isolating vision to take into her heart, for it made her feel exceedingly small in the grand scheme of things.
He could argue a case for anything, but that doesn’t change the fact he’s wrong most of the time.
Even when the moon shrinks and disappears, it shows itself again gradually. When ancient people saw that eternal cycle of death and recovery, they prayed to the moon for their own rebirth. Rebirth. Will I be reborn? … If I were reborn, what would I become?
We are medium-sized mammals who only prosper because we’ve developed a half-arsed ability to terraform the less suitable bits of the planet we evolved on, and we’re conscious of our inevitable decay and death, and we can’t live anywhere else. There is no invisible sky daddy to give us immortal life and a harp and wings when we die.