Jacob Lungaro

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there was a presumption. That one moved…on an upward path toward some elevation, where…God knows what…I would be justified, or even condemned. A verdict anyway. I think now that my disaster really began when I looked up one day…and the bench was empty. No judge in sight.
The Reason for God: Belief in an Age of Skepticism
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