Two weeks ago, I was on a walk in the mountains. Halfway to the top, on a trail beside a creek, I stopped for a moment and picked up a small rock, squeezed it between my fingers and said out loud, out of nowhere, “god is all around me.”
People, this was weird as fuck.
I’m an atheist, contentedly. I…
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