I was just taking part in some light hearted conversation between my flatmates, telling one that her girlfriend farted earlier, such a rare and special occasion that it deserves public recognition.
Shortly thereafter we started talking about God. One of them believes that God isn't real, the other one believes that God is to believers as an imaginary friend is to the child who speaks to it.
I think that God is much like that rare fart: it is real, but ephemeral. It dissipates into the surrounding atmosphere. Only in the moment it was experienced and only for those who had the perspicacity to hear feel or smell its entrance in their lives does it hold any meaning. Also, someone had to make that fart for it to have ever been around.
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