"Do You Believe in God?"

I asked someone today, "Do you believe in God?"

We were already talking, you see. Or at least we had been earlier. But it was on my mind, so I asked him. He said no. So I asked him if he believed in a greater force, something we can't understand or perceive.

Earlier we'd been talking about Pemberton. He loved it because he was drunk out of his mind the entire time; I hated it because there were all sorts of drunken twits running around. It was obvious that we weren't going to see eye-to-eye, so thankfully I ended it here. But it was the words he used in his answer that confused me.

Spirituality is the greatest thing all of us have in common. Being in harmony with life only requires that you ask yourself a few questions. That you spend some time thinking about why and how you exist. And what he said seemed to me so indifferent. If he'd said no, at least he would have given it thought at some point. But he didn't say no. He didn't say yes. He didn't even say, "You know, I'm not sure."

He said, "I'm the wrong guy to ask."

It was hard for me not to look at him and see most of the youth of the world.