Someone asked me today whether I believe in God.
My answer is no; not at all. Not even a little bit. Not even just-in-case.
I did admit that I feel it’s nice that people can have faith and feel that their life has meaning outside of their own control.
And then I realised, I can’t believe in God, because I could never surrender to the belief. I could never surrender to the idea something “else” had control.
My resistance to surrender is so fruitful.