There is an art to it, I promise
You're not lonely, no hell is upon us
My friend asked me, on a dreary day
"What is it like to not believe in god?"
"It's like going on a plane."
"Oh yeah, how it's so loud everywhere, how lonely it is with all the noise surrounding you."
"Not exactly, it's more like when you sit down in your seat, with all the warm bodies wrapping around you, the air is warm and humid, it's not lonely, but a subtle reminder that you are one in a million."
There is no heavenly being enveloping this world
It is just you, in the waters and land, who emerged
Why ever rot or feel condemned in a world where you were born?
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Mar 2, 2026 at 10:59 AM UTC
There is an art to it, I promise
You're not lonely, no hell is upon us
My friend asked me, on a dreary day
"What is it like to not believe in god?"
"It's like going on a plane."
"Oh yeah, how it's so loud everywhere, how lonely it is with all the noise surrounding you."
"Not exactly, it's more like when you sit down in your seat, with all the warm bodies wrapping around you, the air is warm and humid, it's not lonely, but a subtle reminder that you are one in a million."
There is no heavenly being enveloping this world
It is just you, in the waters and land, who emerged
Why ever rot or feel condemned in a world where you were born?
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