If I believe everything I hear but not see, my Mom is not dying of cancer or liver damage. If I believe everything that science is not able to make any sense of, I would go insane just from the fear of the unknown. And that there is some kind of evil spirit hunting my Mom and choking her right on the neck killing her mercilessly while keeping her alive.
Faith is another funny thing I dare simpering about only in the safety of my privacy. Out of respect to those who believe and out of my tolerance to possibilities, I would say nothing but… God is the superlative great! No hunting, no hinting. No buts, ifs, maybes, commas or question marks. Full stop.
Questa è Enida 
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