Why can not I kill God within me? Why he continues to live in this painful and humiliating way even though I curse him and I want removed from the heart? Because, despite everything, he is an illusory reality that I can not shake from me? Are you listening?
I want knowledge, not faith, not assumptions, knowledge. I want God stretches out his hand to me, proves and talk to me.
I call him in the dark, but it seems as if there were none.
Perhaps there is none.
Then life is an atrocious horror. No one can live in sight of death, knowing that everything is nothing.
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