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.