Prayer Is Either A Sheer Illusion Or

Either The Day Must Come When Joy Prevails And All The Makers Of Misery Are No Longer Able To Infect It, Or Else, For Ever And Ever, The Makers Of Misery Can Destroy In Others The Happiness They Reject For Themselves.

You Had Nothing To Say About It And Yet Made The Nothing Up Into Words.

I Gave In, And Admitted That God Was God.

If I, Being What I Am, Can Consider That I Am In Some Sense A Christian, Why Should The Different Vices Of Those People In The Next Pew Prove That Their Religion Is Mere Hypocrisy And Convention?

I Need Christ, Not Something That Resembles Him.