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Note to God
I believe in you.
I believe in you.
I marvel how you created so many things which are this blessed and this much in pain all at the same time.
I know that I'm not the only one. I've seen better, I've seen worse. I've seen everything I needed to see, to believe that you, God, do not infact exist.
And yet, there are days where my completely undeserving fortune calls everything to question. You blessed (or cursed) me with the power of saying "why me?" at the most blessed moments, instead of at the cursed ones.
In retrospect the dots look connected. But you and I both know, god, that there are no dots to connect. They do not make a story, though I see it. Not any better than bunnies and bears that I see in cloud formations.
But yet you show me these shapes, and I eat them up. They're so good, I even believe them to be true.
But it's not this magic that makes me believe in you. It is not my immense fortune, or the illusion of, that makes me say "wow, there really is God"
It is fear.
Not fear of burning hell, not the Satan or the consequences of not complying to the scripture. But the fear that every thing may infact have no sense or meaning, and the fear that you and your plan do not exist.
