Belief

"Brother, do you believe in God..?"

"Why should I?"

"But... what about all those unanswered questions? Like, why are we here? Where do we go when we die..?"

"Al, what's got you so philisophical all of the sudden?"

"I've just been... thinking. A lot actually... Brother, I'm alive- aren't I?"

"Of course you are Al! Why would you ever think that you weren't?"

"Because if I'm alive- it mean's I can die."

"Yeah Al... you can die..."

"Brother, you never really answered my question."

"No Al, I don't belive in god."

"Why?"

"Al, if there was a god- or even justice in the world- none of this would have happened. It's all just chance. In a billion billion galaxies with million million stars, surely some would have planets, and surely one of those planets would have life. That's us. I don't think god would put us through this. I don't think Mom would have gotten sick, because that bastard never would have left... and if there was any justice in the world, you- we wouldn't be stuck like this."

"Really Ed, do you believe that?"

"Yeah, why? Do you think there's a god?"

"Yeah... because if there is a God or any justice in the world... I wouldn't have a brother as good as you."