Something so ordinary...

Something so ordinary as the way you smiled at me

And made my day.

Something so ordinary as you moved the hair off my forehead

And said all those things I wish you would say.

Something so ordinary as your tucking the covers around me

Or just standing by the door and watch me sleep.

Such an ordinary look, and yet you looked deep inside of me.

Unknowingly you stilled something so restless inside of me.

Catching a little lie, so ordinary

Playing along, even more ordinary.

Something so ordinary your head in my lap

And my fingers in your hair.

Something so ordinary the sound of your breathing

My sense of comfort that you are still there.

Laughing at all my tantrums, something so ordinary

Missing them when I don’t throw them, even more ordinary.

Being yourself, something so ordinary

Being my whole world, not all that ordinary.

Such an ordinary life

Such an ordinary lack of momentum

Like we are caught up unawares in a loss of time

And then you unknowingly cover my hand

And tell me all over that you won’t leave.

Love will stay…

…In all your ordinary ways

“Very few people believe in God.”

“Of course they do. Billions of people believe in God.”

“Four billion people say they believe in God, but few genuinely believe. If people believed in God, they would live every minute of their lives in support of that belief. Rich people would give their wealth to the needy. No one would be uncomfortable in the thought that they might have picked the wrong religion and blundered into eternal damnation, or bad reincarnation or some other unthinkable consequence.

A belief in God would demand hundred percent obsessive devotion, influencing every other waking moment of this brief life on earth. But your four billion so-called believers do not live their lives in that fashion, except for a few.

They say that they believe because pretending to believe is necessary to get the benefits of religion. They tell other people that they believe and they do believer-like things, like praying and reading holy books. But they don’t do the things that a true believer would do, the things a true believer would have to do.

It is not belief to say God exists and then continue sinning. When belief does not control your most important decision, it is not belief in the underlying reality; it is belief in the usefulness of believing.”

-Scott Adams, God’s Debris: A Thought Experiment