Atheism is a sad religion. To
believe there isn't any god but still believing in the universe it made is
sorry stuff indeed.
It's like to want a cake without a
cook, and not to see you cooked up both the cake and yes, the cook, and all of
it is nothing but imagination
and what's more: there isn't even
any you. The me and universe it made is just the means that I intended to—to
know my unknown essence.
In the end, it's not so much a god
that's unbelievable, but the person in itself, professing atheism when there
isn't any atheist at all.
But then again, just who am I?
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