One of my son’s buddies from the neighborhood came over the other day and he isn’t here more than 10 minutes before he earnestly asks me if Santa is real. Kid is like 9.
Like, damn, what do I do with that?
There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship–be it JC or Allah, be it YHWH or the Wiccan Mother Goddess, or the Four Noble Truths, or some inviolable set of ethical principles–is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive.
Davis Foster Wallace
This is Water
Let the record show that I tried to appreciate everything as it was happening. Or that I at least recognized that it was something I should strive to do.