Let Believers BelieveIt gives me great comfort to believe that I am speck of dust in the universe, important to nobody except maybe similar specks of dust I might come into contact with. It may be nice to think that my every thought and action is being seen and judged by God on high, that one day will be judgement day and every one who has wronged me will be made to pay. But I do not believe that, so I just suck up all those wrongs. I have never been able to develop the hang of believing something which directly contradicts my observations. I am an atheist.
Despite being an atheist though, I never cease to be bowled over by the sheer glorious magnificence of this wonderful little planet we inhabit. Thousands of people can walk past, yet anyone of us can instantly pick out the faces of friends. Isn't that a wonder? Glowing sunsets can move me to tears. I marvel at skateboarders defying gravity, at the bonds of friendship that can exist between humans and animals, at the way music can have a physical effect. I love life, I love being alive, and I know that there is so much to see and do that if I could live ten times longer at a frantic pace I still wouldn't grasp it all. And it is enough. I don't require magic and miracles and life everlasting, and other people to go to hell. I am a humble atheist