When I was about four, my mother told me that if I wasn’t a good boy, god would know about it. He was everywhere, could see everything, knew what everyone was up to. Initially I remember feeling sorry for god. He must have found it very hard work to keep tabs on everything in this way. But a few short years later, when my father walked out on us, I decided that god had fallen down on the job. Maybe he just dozed off while the love of my mother’s life was playing away from home. Whatever his excuse, it wasn’t good enough. So there you are. Another atheist was made.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not anti-religion. I just don’t have it in me to undertake a leap of faith. I’ve listened carefully to various cases for believing, but to take that route would, for me, be merely hedging my bets.
I’m content as I am. Happy with the idea that our lives are sparks of intense light, between two great “unknowns”. That’ll do.