Transcendence means nothing to you,
and miracles can be explained by
sound principles, calculated in logic and reason
and the math to back it up.
Religion is an opiate, and
we don't need God to be good.
The meaning of life?
It comes down to a formula.
Probabilities, perhaps.
Life after death?
Consolation.
(bleh, this poem is so bleh. I had an idea, but I lost it...)
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