Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.
I do not want to sound cynical or condescending, but your lips are moving, your mind unbending.
Don't worry. Life goes on. With or without you. So, live it, while it's given you.
There is no human-like god. If there were, he'd be as silly as you.
Were I but perfectly normal, I would just not be.
I love religious nuts. They make me remember I have them too. So, being a health nut, I scratch them religiously. Just as I do my butt.
Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.
Do not believe in a god who is as silly, and meaner than you. For, that would surely be your higher-self, and your stupid alter-ego.
Of course I love you. For real. I will sure come and personally meet you myself. Just to make sure you're well. When is your funeral?
Be not afraid life with all its despair, pain and unhappiness is just a crucible wherein your brighter dreams are conceived, shaped and born