dearest mr. pascal

see note for reviewers.

could it possibly have been the tumor in your stomach

which then spread to your brain,

finally killing you

on august 19^th, 1662,

which led to your shameless “wager”

which believers have used in an endless attempt to

inflict

guilt

upon

all of us who simply cannot digest the babblings of your

book,

your traditions & your

“god,”

and not some kind of religious awakening?

 

hadn’t you been in poor health most of your life,

and hadn’t you any hesitation before positing that it’d be better to

believe than to not,

as if life was just some cheap roll of the dice in a casino,

a lottery scratch off,

whereby if you take a chance & play,

you may win the prize & if you don’t bother,

you will have no chance whatsoever?

 

could the cancer invading your mind have led you to

believing that what insanity was right for you,

might have been right for others?

 

couldn’t you have just been content being really good at

geometry & not feel the need to

pounce upon us

posthumously with your

Pensées?

Author's Note

“Belief is a wise wager. Granted that faith cannot be proved, what harm will come to you if you gamble on its truth and it proves false? If you gain, you gain all; if you lose, you lose nothing. Wager, then, without hesitation, that He exists.”

-Blaise Pascal