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she found fennel beneath her pillow, and felt the familiar flutter of glassfish between her ribs. to distract herself, she scattered the reddest petals in her bathwater. she braided poppies in her hair and, gasping, let regret invade her lungs.

Let's face it. At some point, somewhere, a religiously enlightened person, has told you about their personal revelation. How they felt blinded for their entire life, but suddenly something had happened, and they started believing. How they had discovered God - probably the Christian god. Or, in some cases, the Muslim god. Or the Jewish god. The Mormon god. You get the point, right? They can't all be right, can they? These gods all had prophets and were responsible for miracles witnessed by hundreds of people and they obviously contradict each other, and that's without taking into account Buddha, Vishnu and the giant flying penis monster. If

Look at all these beautiful perfect people/skies/mountains/stars/laws of physics/spaghetti. Surely this thing cannot be a coincidence - chances are less than 1 in an upvertibrillion! Someone must have made it! Let me get this straight. If I shuffle a deck with 10000 cards and spread it on my floor, achieving a particular pattern, by the same logic that would make me a god. There's no way in hell this pattern could have been random. Chances for me to obtain it are less than 1 in a fucktallion (fucktallion is a bigger number than upvertibrillion). See what I did there? The reason our laws of physics are working is simply because that's how ou

One of the most important (and annoying) aspects of religious life is praying, or meditation, as an act of allegedly communicating with the given deity to waste everyone's time by thanking it for your life and asking for some petty favours, like to help you get a promotion, do better at school, or help your aunt survive cancer. Of course, as with all begging - and let's be honest here, that's precisely what a prayer is - it's not guaranteed that it's going to work. As they say, God works in mysterious ways, right? Right. You know, back in my long forgotten home country, they used to air a TV game, very popular in its time. We only had two c