I do not believe in God.
Laugh at me, spite me
Picture me burning in Hell.
But how can I possibly believe in God?
I look at the sky every night
There are patterns so complex and so simple
We are so small
We are so minuscule
But we are so important.
It makes no sense at all
Our planet is so insignificant
But we have life.
How can I believe in Creation
When even He could not have imagined such insanity?
The Universe is a mind
Subconsciously experiencing itself
We are living on the same wavelength
We are fragments of a bigger energy
Slowed to the point of materialising,
Living in a dream.
How can I fear God’s wrath
When I know death is simply an energy shift?
Maybe someday I’ll be a tree
Maybe I’ll be stardust in a space cloud
But I will never cease to exist
We fear our own mortality
But we forget that as a whole we are immortal.
How can I wish to be preserved in Heaven
When I dream of unifying with the atmosphere?
Everything beats together
We share a common rhythm
I believe in love
I believe in the Universe
I believe we have no purpose
And that in itself is purpose enough
We live to exist
For joy and experience
So let’s all stop believing in God
And start believing in Ourselves.
How could I possibly believe in God?