"There are no gods, no devils, no angels. No heaven or hell.
There is only the natural world. Religion is but myth and superstition that hardens hearts and enslaves minds."
-- Anne Nicol Gaylor
My dudes. I am pretty sure they just live there. I strongly suspect that Sharks do not perform administrative duties or levy taxes or set borders. C’mon.
“Believing there is no God gives me more room for belief in family, people, love, truth, beauty, sex, Jell-o, and all the other things I can prove and that make this life the best life I will ever have.”
My sleep paralysis daemon is a wet macaroni stuck to my leg.
For a brief moment my soul left my body as I woke up and felt something cold, squishy and damp touch my leg. At first, I didn't move. I didn't want to know what cosmic horror had ascended on me, ready to devour me whole.
But there were no evil gods attesting me.
I was that evil god, and my own past sins and creations came back to haunt me. The sheer hubris I had, eating in bed before sleeping, and thinking it wouldn't have dire consequences.
The once warm and beautiful macaroni was now an abomination, a litteral thorn in my side.
In its refusal to feed and sustain me, it had abandoned me, its creator, and in refusal to serve my purpose and walk its own path, it had turned into a monster.
I understand now why there are no gods, or if there were, why they have forsaken us. We are the cold, wet, covered in cat hair, discarded macaronis.