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-To deny that God exists is simple enough.

-To accept that God exists is also simple enough.

Oddly enough, maintaining either position can be made more difficult when faced with humankind's warring, pollution, greed, murder, genocide, starvation, thirst, oppression, slavery, thievery, pride, piety, rape, molestation, indifference, filth, snobbery and avoidable suffering, especially given that there is no perceptible divine Creator's intervention to these maladies yet obviously a perceptible creation.

Believing in something greater than the self to me is better than believing in only the self or in something lesser, given the facts on the ground as they are. Yet I can also see where one might find it ludicrous to believe in God as a seemingly vacant Creator that allows such suffering for some inexplicable lesson.

(So, where does one find the balance between the belief in God and the non-belief in God, Scribbler?)

Between Home and one another.

(There's nothing between those two things.)

I beg to differ, but how about
between the soil and the sky,
the river and the rain,
the vast expanse of space
and the gravity that holds us away?

(That sounds more like it.)

Then the distance between our needs and our thoughts is what is nearest to us.

(Near enough I'd say.)

Then therein lies the balance between belief and non-belief- the shortest distance in the in-between, need and thought, the near enough, as you put it.

(Okay.)

Now all we need do is convince the collective that it makes more sense to cherish Home and one another before we cherish that which is unknown.

(That sounds like a great distance to travel, Scribe.)

Then that is where our prayers need their focus.

(Prayer’s a waste of air compared to action.)

Prayer is thought and action, not waste, therefore it matters least what might be and most what is. Put that into thought and action and it is a win win for both the believer and the non-believer.

(Silence…)

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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