A storm cloud of emotion rountinely settles over me Sunday afternoons and rains down dread, and this is the feeling I associate with the need to pray or submit to a god. This is when I would need one, and yet, none ever show up despite any prayerful thoughts I may grapple with—despite myself and my agnostic beliefs. Therefore, the shadow of God hulks over me, even when I think I've come to accept and embrace a faceless god.
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