What is faith?
What is religion?
What is God, without his pedestal?
Time proves not only shall he die as we do, but has died as we have. Years after father's death, and no word from God.
Mental breakdowns without revelation! Where is your God? On his pedestal, slowly rotting, and ever expanding. God rots as we flourish.
We are like maggots to God's fly. He dies and we molt and multiply until we have control. God may be dead, but our greed still flourishes.
We steal, kill, burn, rape and pillage, and all in his name. God may be dead, But our ego grows as we do.
