The Atheist’s Prayer
A man reflects on the power of the Earth.
He stood to his feet. His eyes opened. And his head tilted upward. He opened his mouth:
“Earthly realm, hallowed be your name. You have begun and continue to be my place of work and rest. You are my only and the best. Until I explore even more, I will be a productive being in this world. I will trade with my fellow man and woman and reap benefits from your beautiful bounty. Mountains serve me along with water bodies and plains. It is all for me in my selfish way. I now appreciate that I can exploit you forever.”
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