“Only Truth matters. I know the truth; there is no God,”
I placed my hands together as if in prayer or worship. With rounded eyes I exclaimed:
“In human form, you appear as insignificant as a speck of dust in this massive, shape-shifting galaxy, which, in itself, is comparable to another – albeit larger – speck of dust floating amid the infinite galaxies beyond, and yet your mind apparently contains great knowledge. Surely you are the highest God, and yet you deny your deity. I bow down to your sacred wisdom and supremacy, but above all, I bow to your remarkable humility.”
I could read his mind:
“But… but…” it said.
Ha! So much for his honours degree in philosophy.
©Jane Paterson Basil