MY PARENTS DIDN´T BELIEVE IN GOD.
Regularly confronted with grief and death,
pain and suffering,
regularly confronted with ultimate loneliness,
I haven´t learned to believe in God.
But God is a necessity, even if he doesn´t exist.
So we had to invent him.
And if we could believe him as friendly and generous,
that would offer us some of the solace we might need.