I remember a poignant moment in one of the vignettes from Steve Martin’s book, The Cruel Shoes, in which the narrator tells about how his uncle told him he was sorry that he (the narrator, as a young person) had ever heard of the word “God.” This resonated intensely for me when I first read it, which was something else considering I was a true believing Mormon at the time.
I wonder is life really isn’t easier, simpler, and better without God in it at all. I’m not making any kind of vast prescription for society or the world here, and I’m not even really advocating atheism (certainly not the strong kind). I just think maybe existence might be a hell of a lot better if I just completely stopped worrying or even thinking about God and just got on with living my life.
Sailing to Byzantium 