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“...atheism is not a conscious act of turning away from all gods. It is simply the final destination for those who think. ...you will be pleased to discover that the sky does not fall down on your head. ... if you still want to pray, you can (the success rate of your prayers is unlikely to change).”

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Guy P. Harrison
Guy P. Harrison

Guy P. Harrison is a renowned journalist, born in 1963. He is known for his in-depth investigative reporting and sharp insights into social issues. more

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