Its not easy being an atheist. Who do you complain to when things don\’t go right? To yourself? To the earth? To space? Or to a book on probability?
What is the probability of things screwing up for you? If you believe in probability, then the probability is a rational number. What do you call it when it feels like there are other-worldly forces conspiring against you? Spooky! You don\’t believe in destiny, but can you call this even destiny? A bad phase even? Is there a fate machine that some alien keeps tweaking for his own enjoyment?
Do you believe in fate? Doomed if you do, doomed if you don\’t. We human beings don\’t want the truth! We just want a simple explanation. Like God, for instance. It is such a defeat of the individual to fall on his knees and plead for deliverance. Sick! Sicker even, if it works.
His legs are bent and he may be on his knees soon. So what if his spirit is crushed under some mighty cosmic thumb, at least the rest of him will survive! What ego shall he nurture? We all live a pretense anyway.