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They say it isn't until you are about to lose someone dear to you that you start believing in God, or some form of god. To me, death has only left more questions for me to ask, and more answers I will never hear. I question the pain one feels before it's over. I question if we all know the moment when it is all over and how much our own will has to do with it all. When do we know it's over and where we will go afterwards. And I question why death is so...ugly...if there is such a beautiful place to go to.I've never believed in gods of any kind...but if I ever had a doubt about his/her/their existence, death has proved to me there is no existence of any higher being with sympathy, compassion and love. They say pain is God's test of our faith in Him. Then was Hitler an angel god sent to test the faith of jews...and Pol Pot for the Cambodians. Gods do not test our faith with pain. If they even exist, they are helpless to stop it. They can only watch as people kill each other and themselves...destroy the land...and live in hell.
If there is a god, this world would not be so ugly.
posted by Claire @ 6:32 PM
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