I felt how a prostitute must feel when they are finished with a tick, a mix of pride and shame.
I rested on that I don’t believe in organized religion and that no man or no mans book can tell me anymore about god than I can tell myself. That god wont talk to me because im sure he is pretty busy at the moment with his own drama, and although im sure he listens cant be bothered by my little things.
I think that god is like a working parent. They love you, and care for you. But they just can’t be there all the time; you have to grow up by yourself.