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Show 5ij Such talk threatened the core of my being, but I was always afraid to contradict Danny. My voice trembled as I spoke. "But I know t h e r e ' s something - some divine order, something that gives out l i g h t and l i f e . " My argument sounded weak. I had always been taught to respect men for the priesthood which they held - God's a u t h o r i t y on earth. Danny had always brandished t h i s at me, saying, 'You're a g i r l and I'm a boy, so you have to do what I t e l l you.' Now I forgot that he even didn't believe in the Priesthood and I was a cowed as ever by the finger he t h r u s t at me. "That's absurd." The game had stopped. Danny's wife sighed elaborately and looked away. Brian studied the floor. It seemed that many of our times together were interrupted in this way - for reminiscences or arguments or l e c t u r e s. "People believe what they need to b e l i e v e , " Danny said. He shook his finger as he spoke and I took to watching it until my eyes crossed. "People made up God because they couldn't face death without him. He's a myth - a creation of our imaginations." I stared at his finger and shook my head. "I don't believe that. There are somethings that supercede our imaginations. •fe don't hold the e n t i r e universe in our minds." Brian sighed and s t r e t c h e d . "Could we get on with the game?" "Yeh," Danny's wife added. "Maybe we should play s t r ip poker - make i t more i n t e r e s t i n g ." |