One guesses there is a breaking point for every non-believer, a point at which betting with the House makes more sense than betting against it. Here’s a probing try at finding where that point lies for someone who sits in the dark contemplating the Light.
No atheists on take off or landing.
Foxholes, of course, everyone knows about that one.
What about those swinging seats
when the Ferris wheel stalls?
Bet there are none there.
Skydivers — none.
Scuba divers low on air, too far from the surface — none.
So what does it take
to get you to take Pascal’s gamble?
A chute that won’t open?
Or simply the realization
that every beating heart