It must feel good, putting people down all the time. You back them up in a corner, take all their weapons away with complete bullshit statistics because they don't waste their time memorizing that crap, and then wonder why no one wants to talk to you about that shit. Do you not believe in passion, in miracles? You are the scientist, denying the existance of God because it cannot be neatly mapped on paper, and then citing your equations, your graphs as an excuse to mock other's blind faith.

"I can well imagine an athiests last words: 'White, white! L-L-Love! My God!'--and then the deathbed leap of faith. Whereas the agnostic, if he stays true to his reasonable self, might try to explain the warm light bathing him by saying, 'Possibly a f-f-failing ozygenation of the b-b-brain,' and, to the very end, lack imagination and miss the better story."

And when you wonder why no one is there to hold your hand in the end, it is because you have alienated us all by telling us we are wrong.

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