God exists, false or true?
This is where it’s hard to love science, because, what does it do?
Obsess. Obsess with the provable and resolute.
What does it mean to be human? Only then can we answer the question, what is truth?
If God does not exist, can I lie? One thing is for certain, I could not stand.
It’s such a blessing and curse, being a man.
While it’s hard to remember to stand tall, I recall all to well the times I fell short.
Without God there is no heaven, but we’d still have a hell of some sort.
Imprisoned in man are forces he could not shackle himself.
I have questions that ail me and can turn no where else.
If we invented God, does that not remain beautiful? That man has invented a technology to escape his nature, to escape his faults?
Therefore I kneel. I believe. And I worship, true or false.