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Even if God existed, to say he loved the human race was preposterous. It was just as likely the opposite; it was just as likely he was systematically deceiving us. To think that an all-powerful being would make a world for anyone but himself, that he might spend all his time looking out for the interests of lesser creatures, it went against all common sense.

A man, a life--it was barely worth mentioning. The Visigoths had destroyed the Romans, an had themselves been destroyed by the Muslims. Who were destroyed by the Spanish and Portuguese. You do not need Hitler to see that it was not a pleasant story. And yet here she was. Breathing, having these thoughts. The blood that ran through history would fill every river and ocean, but despite all the butchery, here you were.

But that is the story of the human race. Soil to sand, fertile to barren, fruit to thorns. It is all we know how to do.

"Remember that," he sad, "None of it's worth a shit until you put your name on it."

I wonder if I am going crazy or if I do not love my family enough, or if is the opposite, if I love them too much. If I am the only sane person I know.