Father, the sleeper has not awakened.

See, it's so easy to be crazy. Life becomes simple. Decisions become clear as day to make. Doubt takes a backseat. Disbelievers get pushed away. The smart ones wonder what's wrong. The believers have a leader.

I am an atheist in the sense that I cannot trust what the bible says 100%. That is literally my only basis - man cannot trust man because man lies. I'm human. I can testify that I can lie through my teeth to get what I want, or to escape something I don't. Why are the people that were alive thousands of years ago that much different from me? Were they really?

But there is a creator. Someone, something, made us. The design is apparent if you look for it. Those who stray away from it the most suffer the most painful consequences. Those who get the closest to it suffer the painful realization that we were designed to be perfect, but are built with flaws. We are literally ruled by things that aren't in front of us. I can look ahead and see a solid wall. I know what's behind it technically – a bunch of bricks. But while I look at a wall, I can "look past it" and imagine something in my head, and process both. If I'm staring straight ahead and looking at a real object, I can simultaneously imagine something else in my head, like a baseball, and even though it's not real, Ｉ  ｃï½?ｎ  ｓｅｅ  ｉｔ．

We are biologically the same as animals. Almost identical, but not quite. Not only that, we are the only ones with conscious thought and the ability to communicate it. Ｎï½?ｔ  ï½?ｎｌｙ  ｔｈï½?ｔ，  but the ability to change someone else's mind is what sets us apart. I don't care how many hippies tell you otherwise, we are not the same as animals. We are vessels. We are not of this world. Believing we are of this world and bound to it for eternity, judged only by the merits accomplished by our short lifespans, is nonsense. Someone is always there to pick up the legacy. To keep going in the fight of wanting that happy, working world we all want.

I have not, in my whole time being an atheist, have met a single smart atheist I respect. I have, however, met many people of religion who's accomplishments make mine look like such shame. Call god an imaginary friend, a fake idea for comfort, or an outdated and useless guy that doesn't care about us anymore, if he ever did. Belief in anything is what gets me through the day, and having belief in a guy that displays himself in the strangest and most skeptical ways… now that's something I haven't developed, and quite frankly, can't see how I can.

"You have to consider the possibility that god does not like you. He never wanted you. In all probability, he hates you. But that's not the worst thing that can happen. Ｗｅ  ｄï½?ｎ＇ｔ  ｎｅｅｄ  ｈｉï½?．"