At The Hour Of Our Death, Ctd

A reader writes:

It is precisely when you are losing that denying the existence of God makes life make sense. I have had an illness for a number of years - it is a neurological illness, which is the existential equivalent of having your eye scraped or being kicked in the testicles. It gets you right where it hurts the most - in this case, in the white matter tracts of my brain. My torture from this illness only makes sense, is *only* meaningful to me if there is no God, or if the God which...