I Have Come To Believe

To Me, A Good Event Is Governed By The Audience.

What Could You Give Me," I Ask, My Voice Shaking, "to Make Me Forget ... That You Forgot About Me?

That’s What Religion Does. It Points A Finger. It Causes Wars. It Breaks Apart Countries. It’s A Petri Dish For Stereotypes To Grow In. Religion’s Not About Being Holy...just Holier-than-thous.

It's Choice That Makes Us Human.

He Rises Over Me, A Second Sun, And Fills Me With Light And Heat.