
I've never experienced the horror of WWI, although my grandfather served in France as a medical doctor along with my grandmother. She never spoke much about it, but somehow in my mind I think those years lessened her belief in the bearded Almighty.
My horror came three years in the form of a nervous breakdown. The causes were multiple and my treatment was self-induced catatonia mixed with suicidal urges, however throughout this dilemma I promised myself that I would never pray to god and I never did. Not once, so I was proud to hear President Obama acknowledge non-believers in his inaugerational speech.
I respect the right of others to think Gods or god exist, while I acknowledge there is a spirituality not needing a celestial spokesperson to define the divine.
We are all gods.
Not particularly good ones, but gods no less.
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