I wish I believed in god. I could use the comfort, the certainty. I'm tethered to the earth in exactly one place. By one person alone. But the slack keeps coming. And in spite of the loosely waving line, I can see it starting to fray, as if stretched taught, until I'm out here all alone hanging onto this world by a single strand. I imagine the line god uses to keep hold of you can withstand much more than this.