When I smile, I feel at peace. I think that laughter is a sign of comfort or rest. Love, however, is not my religion. My God is Love. He is the being that embodies goodness. If all creation is of the creator then creation will not be satisfied until it is granted that from which it came. Immortality is as much craved as it is feared. Is this because we fear God? For those who claim no God, I salute your bold claims regarding your own existence. I too want to feel that my existence is just as it should be, that reality is a fact, and that I lack in nothing so long as I pursue my self. I boldly shout my cogito without choice. I do not know who will hear it. How can I be shouting and not hear myself? That is, I suppose my existence by echo of the shouts. Just so, we become aware of that which is outside of ourselves by supposing constancy of previously observed characteristics within that thing.
My cogito is an effect which demands to know the cause of itself. Asking me to believe in God is like asking me to turn on a light that is already on. I am creation, I have a creator. He can not be easily spotted by the senses. Sense perception is for retrieving that which is outside of ourselves. The being of God is not distinct from me but is rather the best me- a form of myself that I strive to be.
I can exist as an impression-bearer or as nothing. God is the impression. Nothing can defeat God. God can defeat nothing. If I choose not to be his then I also choose not to be my self, which is impossible.
