You could say that god got his own back on me somewhat. The other day I had been travelling on a plane, train and auto-mobile journey, so for reading material I had finally gotten started on ‘The God Delusion’ by Richard Dawkins. The book is well written and vividly engaging: it’s accessible and well-informed and it is also surprisingly funny for such an abstract subject.
The last laugh was not mine however.
On the last leg of the epic trip, the bus broke down due to an over-heating engine. We were in the middle of nowhere. It was wintry, desolate and pitch black outside. Inside the bus, there was no power and consequently no reading light. So I had to close my book and look at the stars.
And darkness was upon the face of the deep.
The moment made me think of Dostoyevsky’s line in ‘The Brothers Karamazov’ too:
It’s not God that I don’t accept, Alyosha, only I most respectfully return Him the ticket.
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