in line with the universal recycling process, our bodies outlive their usefulness and begin to disintegrate

the sum of all numbers is zero, as the positive and negative were separated to create our universe

followers come to witness the event of rebirth, to hear her voice inside their hearts

our mortal bodies are expendable and our atoms will mingle with the dust of creation

she rescued me from a great void of emptiness

she is the key to our survival

I count myself as nothing without her

every second, sixty five billion neutrinos pass undisturbed through each square centimetre of her hologram world

as life on Earth evolves, the clergy will find that the cult of human significance is unsustainable

followers instinctively recognize the character of the non-believer