This morning I realized why I am so sure that god does not exist.

When I was fourteen I decided the evidence wasn’t there to support his or her existence. Before that day, I had been a regular church goer, bible reader and believer. And I liked believing except…

Why do we do it?

Recently Louis Menand said in his review of a biography of John Updike that “literary representation is an act of transubstantiation. Literature pulls the real up out of the realm of temporality and insignificance and remakes it into a…