‘God bless you’ and mean it quite literally, you commit to a wild insanity of faith. Say ‘no’ and you’re an atheist: confident, assured and certain of the scientific method and all of its own twisted ideas – string theory, infinite universes, emergent consciousness – equally strange, equally alien, each requiring its own version of that insane faith. I know now that it’s certainty itself I have a problem with. Certainty doesn’t feel like something we’re supposed to have.
