What's it to you. By your own dogma, you're just a hopeless meat sack without any purpose other than to eat, grunt, and die. What do you care what I think? Funnier still is that you pretend to be educated all the while, as if what you think matters, when by your own dogma, is utterly pointless and vain. More odd is your lifetime of sacrifices and good deeds towards others with a distant eye on eternity, of/in which you summarily deny having any belief, knowledge or stake. You are a walking contradiction. You neither made yourself nor can you rise from the grave. So you presume your/these shortcomings to be the all of it. Dismissing the former and the latter while absolving yourself in the median. Thus blinded, you declare there is nothing then to see. Yet you presume to labor to spare disappointment from "fairy tales". But from where comes your concern as if it were a matter of heart and soul, which by your own dogma is an act of treason. Either do or don't do. But cease ripping and snapping like some type of conflicted hell hound. It is unbecoming and nearer to the underworld than to enlightenment. Or gather to your smarmy pack and conspire in astonishment that there deign be a God who lives. And wonder what then has become of us and our secret oath.