In conclusion, there is a marvelous anecdote from the occasion of Russell's ninetieth birthday that best serves to summarize his attitude toward God and religion. A London lady sat next to him at this party, and over the soup she suggested to him that he was not only the world's most famous atheist but, by this time, very probably the world's oldest atheist. 'What will you do, Bertie, if it turns out you're wrong' she asked. 'I mean, what if--uh--when the time comes, you should meet Him What will you say' Russell was delighted with the question. His birght, birdlike eyes grew even brighter as he contempalated this possible future dialogue, and then he pointed a finger upward and cried, 'Why, I should say, 'God, you gave us insufficient evidence.' '
It sure would be nice if we got a day off for the president's birthday, like they do for the queen. Of course, then we would have a lot of people voting for a candidate born on July 3 or December 26, just for the long weekends.
Who would have known? I was walking in a mall and between the crowd of shoppers shoving around and wandering about their business my eyes meet a familiar face. A face I haven't seen in years. Our gazes meet. We stare for mere seconds before the both of us look away pretending one hadn't seen the other and we quickly disappear into our now separate lives. But when I went home, I still had the Best Friends necklace you gave me in Elementary and the Senior ring we had in high school , stuffed in some drawer beneath clothes and books gathering dust as the years rolled by. I still have that photo album that starts with our picture as little girls dressing up as princesses to the day we held certificates with our gowns on. All through that journey we had been hand in hand from our first day of school to our first fight to prom night. From skipping class to plotting against teachers to every crush we had. Every exam we failed and every rule we broke. The times we sat together in detention and the times we never bothered showing up. All the hard times we pushed through and all the success we celebrated. Every fire alarm, birthday candle and breakup. We've been with each other through all and more until the day college split us apart. Your texts became shorter and your calls became rare. And I wonder how brutal graduation was for ripping us apart like that. Yesterday inseparable sisters, today a stranger.