Hedging Bets

I have to say there is a God. Formerly, after nine years of Catholic schooling, I was stuck with this image of a stately old gentleman with long flowing silver hair and a beard, a bright white gown of sorts, maybe a staff, definitely a throne… you know, your basic King James illustrated version of God. Now I don’t know. Maybe he looks like me. Definitely has the silver hair thing going on. But I have to say there is a God. I’m covering my bets, I guess. I mean, what if I go through life saying there isn’t a God, then I die, and there IS a God? He’s not gonna appreciate my former stance too much. Imagine all the atheists that are just gonna be fucked if they’re wrong.