The Tardy Cherub

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Cupid snoozed—his alarm betrayed, Wings askew, his bow mislaid. Love showed up a moment late, Blushing, breathless, tempting fate. Turns out hearts still fell just fine— Even tardy arrows hit on time.

"Has Science Buried God?"

"If atheism is true, what is 'thinking'? What is 'reason'? Well the answer has to be that it's merely a chemical process. If atheism is true and there is no God, what's going on between my ears right now are just chemical fizzing, atoms knocking together. But if that's true, how can I trust my thinking?"

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