Though I Am A Catholic, A Professing

But What Was A Body? Dust, Dung, Urine, Itches. It Was The Light Within Which Was Important, And It Was Not Significant If That Light Endured After Death, Or If The Soul Was Blinded Eternally In The Endless Night Of The Suspired Flesh.

God's 'failures' Are Really Man's Failures.

Even The Most Malignant Gods Would Not Continue To Inflict Life Upon Humanity, Time Without End.

I Have Thought That I Have Seen Ghosts On Many Occasions.

. . . A Statement That Is Repugnant To One's Beliefs Can Be As True As One That Is Pleasurable.