Hi.

I hate religion.

Having said that,l I’m now about to write a tract about religion that is as non-biased as an anti-religious text can be.

Here’s what I think: I think that humans cannot, in this day and age, be subject to anything that is as ephemeral as God. God does not factor into any equation. God is not part of any physics experiment. God is not found in a leaf or a twig. God is a creation of humans… a creation that is nothing more than a placebo to the most vexing of questions: “What happens after I die?”

I’m writing this drunk, so forgive the mispellings and other errors of a gramatical nature.

Know this: I am in love with a woman that (apparently) has no ability to love in kind. You can call it unrequited if you wish, but I don’t think that “unrequited” sums up the issue. There are issues at stake that I don’t understand… I’m not privy to these issuse because she is silent regarding them.

There is no God in the possibility of human understanding that would invent such a situation. Know that this woman is not uncapable of love, but rather that her love is very non-directional… or perhaps non-existant. She can say many things about herself and her feelings, but all the talk does not even broach the surface of her complex inabilaty to offer love in a reciprocal manner.

It is not just me that she can’t love. If that were the case, I would even be happy for her. That is, should she love another, I would be ecstatic; at least love would have entered her life. But, no, I’m relatively certain that she is a virgin and will never no the love that can be created in a physical manner. Again, there is no God that could create such a being… unless she be a nun, which the girl in question is most certainly not.

There are various women that might read this post and glorify themselves as the woman of which I speak. All of you are wrong and should curb your arrogance now. None of the readers of this post know of whom I speak.

I told this particular woman, tonight, that she is one of the only women that I could possibly love, and she gave me the same treatment that she would give any other drunken idiot. She’s known me for a decade or more and cannot acknowledege me as different from some random guy she met on the street.

I gotta go for now.