EVEN WITHOUT GOD

How strange it is that at ten in the morning the world is still going about its business even without God. The buses are crowded and as usual people are in a hurry. His bag slung on his shoulder the postman is making his rounds as usual even without God. Banks somehow open on time grass continues to grow all calculations - however complicated - somehow add up in the end the one who must live lives the one who must die dies even without God. How strange it is that trains late or on time depart from and arrive at some station or the other that elections are held planes continue to fly in the sky even without God. Even without God horses continue to neigh salt is still made in the sea a sparrow flies here and there in a frenzy all day and somehow finds her way back to her nest even without God. Even without God my sorrow is as profound as ever and the hair of the woman I had loved ten years ago is as black as ever and it is still as fascinating to go out of this house and then return home. How strange it is that water still flows and the bridge still stands in the middle of the stream with its arms outstretched even without God.