To be or not to be
By lafeedeslilas
He believed there existed no god.
Yes, he knew there certainly was a death god, but there was no creator god in the absolute.
He was, after all, a man of science. He was Franken Stein. A man who lived as a zombie, a man who had been tossed and abandoned by life itself. A monster that slept the nights without finding life a meaning.
As scientist he thought that the
theories of evolution were the most reasonable explications for life.
As a scientist he did not believe in what he could not see; he could
not acknowledge something as unreasonable and nonsensical as blind
faith. Facts were it all. Reality was the world. However, his reason
in believing that there was no almighty god did not end there.
There
was no god because in this world where he lived, there were no signs
of mercy from that 'god'. There was no order. The world was just
a place that was putrefied by insanity. And if there was a god, then
it was definitely not a compassionate one and one worthy to be called
a deity. It was just an on-looker that sat on heaven's golden chair
and pointed the lives of humans laughing, mocking at their pitiful
strive for living and their insignificancy.
This was insanity. He felt the craziness creep into his mind.
Slowly, almost repugnantly gently. Loosing reasoning, thinking, seemed like a very smooth slope.
His eyes couldn't focus, his hands gripped on his white hair in an attempt to not loose himself. He cursed the world for not having a god. The lights being off, where of no help nor benefit, they just increased the pace of the evil on his soul. He damned the world again and again, and finally reasoned that it would be easier to let go. He was about to do so, when all of a sudden, the lights went on.
She stepped in. The woman who called herself Marie, walked into the lab with childish grace. Before he could notice, she was standing next to him .The darkness dispelled. His eyes found her hand on his shoulder, and a worried face shone at him; the lights behind her complemented her eyes.
"Have some coffee"
She had already stirred the drink and had posed it next to him on his desk. He thanked her and she gave him off a pleasant smile as she coked her head into a side, causing the golden strands of hair fall next to her neck. They were beautiful.
He felt appalled. He felt guilty. He had just been about to abandon all hope, crush all future and make that innocent and trusting eyes cry. The reason existed in his world, in his soul.
He believed there existed no god.
That's what he had thought until then.
But amazingly enough, right now, smiling next to him, there was an angel standing.
He had believed there existed no god.
But if angels existed…
then maybe, just maybe…. God existed too.
There was hope.
End.
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Author notes:
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