In this or that ? Believe in something I don’t see. Believe a figure made

of Paris will cure my child of his disease…a man called Pope or

otherwise can talk directly to God on my behalf…provided I send him

my hard earned money. When my wife was sick at the hospital…I

never got a Cent from my spiritual leader…guide…whatever.

Why do I have to believe a painting inside a glass can take care of all

my problems…all of them and my neighbor’s as well. Why? I believe

the Dollar I have in my pocket can buy me that bag of peanuts that cost

a Dollar. A check for $35.75 Dls. can pay my monthly gas bill. And so on.

I believe my wife and daughter love me. My brothers…well…

not sure. I know, they tell they love me when in need. Oh, yes.

I believe. I don’t have to believe when rain gets me wet. Because it does.

I believe and probably, most probably a car would run over me if I get

on a hundred things before I die, in order to save my soul. I’m told.

on its way. Etc., etc., etc. With all things about Religion. I have to say…

Wait, wait, wait…once I’m dead…what do I have to care about…? I’m

dead. Dead, dead, dead, gone. Forever and ever. Back to where I was

before I was born. Right? So, what’s the point of torturing myself on

praying to an imaginary god five times during the day and five times

during the night…interrupting my love making…to get on my knees

…give me a break. I believe no God expects my deference and

obsequios ways. I believe any God would want me to be happy and

enjoy life free of silly things in my mind. Enjoying laughter, and

drinking. The love of my loved ones. My friends and my guitar.

That’s what I believe.

EO