Nova Peak revolution deathsquad

ghosts. an imprecise, useless descriptor, diluted by countless cultures and asymptotic to the truth. but a semi-truth was still just that—a lie, perhaps made even more pernicious by its proximity to the truth. there was enough of a resemblance that one could go about accepting it for all his life.

i mean God, he sighed, leaning back in his search for the right words, as if he could divine them from the sky, or from the downy underbellies of birds in flight. i had a teacher once, who told me that evidence is nothing.

because faith built on the search for evidence is not really faith at all. but merely skepticism masquerading as piety, a sham-allegiance to a sham-higher-power he wanted to continue, but held his tongue. he was not here to lecture, after all!

though he often found himself slipping back into old habits.