Mortality

by Christopher Hitchens

To the dumb question “Why me?” the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: Why not?

I sympathize afresh with the mighty Voltaire, who, when badgered on his deathbed and urged to renounce the devil, murmured that this was no time to be making enemies.

The man who prays is the one who thinks that god has arranged matters all wrong, but who also thinks that he can instruct god how to put them right.