I stopped believing in God when my mind fried. I’d always liked the idea of thee being a higher power, a reasonable arbitrator who could step in and solve some of our worse aspects. There is no doubting that mankind is a motley crew.
I have said prayers every night since I was a very small child. I am six-foot-three-inches now so you get the drift about the length of my devotion. I say them now out of routine and perhaps a little ritual.
The last few weeks, I haven’t been sleeping well. The witching-hour sees my sleepless form rise, descend the stairs, and log-on. It takes a few moments for the Apple to also wake. When it does so, I search the Kindle publishing section to see if my books have miraculously taken-off.
The answer is always indifferently the same.
This morning found me wishing that I had given God a second chance. Perhaps it could exist. Notice all thee who worship at the temple of the PC (not personal computer) that I have designated God no specific gender. Indeed, that’s what I would have it as, a People’s God. And, as such, I would have GOD smite the shitty, starting with Trump. But I don’t believe in God. Unfortunately, neither do I believe in MAN.
Yesterday was a goodish day with a number of book sales. Not enough to warrant the day of hard labour that went into those sales. I’m beginning to bore the crap out of myself so I can’t expect that any of you folks are enjoying it. But God cannot intervene and deliver unto me a host of new readers because I have thought GOD out of heaven.
All I can pray for now is that GOD likes a good read or that GOD may persuade some of you out there to buy one of my books.
BLESSED ARE THE E-READERS!