A Question in Light

I stuck another cigarette into my mouth and then my hands began the enduring trial of searching for my lighter.

“So what do you think?” I asked. I didn’t know what else to say. I was at a loss for words and I seemed like an imbecile as my hands searched all over my person for a damn lighter.

“What I think is not important.” The coldness on his voice made me shudder.
“We live in this ideological little world where the majority of the population believes that what they “know” is the truth. Yet, when faced against any information that is a “fact” they deny its existence because they themselves do not want to know they were in error.
I myself was no different in my younger years, although I have come to realize many greater truths out there that have shattered my perception on a great many things.”

He paused.

My attention was directed to the lighter he withdrew from his pocket. He lit it before me illuminating his face.

“I assume the question you want to ask is if I believe in God.”

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