Atheism

I am an atheist, an atheist of work. I think the concept was introduced to us in all distraction. A crime to deter us of our cosmic placement. A distraction to ensure our system of order is (re)placed. A referential system of disorder. Where the everyday chaos doesn't infact fall into any greater logic, and all stages even above and above the infinity of achievement, only lie in a void. A want to only have more, the more which never ceases unless in the mind. And there belongs the evidence of nothingness. The huge escape. What is my religion after all? all it ever taught me is to bear my self. To hold me and keep me within me for hours and hours, (minimum of 48 minutes), the strength to tolerate myself and understand my nothingness. The infinitesimal existence of me. The vastness of a void (self) and the supremacy of my universe over any universe at all (which by the way, are all a farce in space). My own presence is infact the presence of nothingness, of a transient (not to any greater truth), but to a release (not of my self or soul or anything else), but a release of an ego. of a belief that I have in my self. It is a release to embalm tolerance. For me, for everything around. And as much as a cliche that it may seem, with such simplicity (in words) exists the toughest truth of the world. The crease between a 'release' and an 'escape'.