Without a prayer…

The problem with being an atheist is that life will throw up challenges, worries and even deep despair. And sometimes during these periods someone will say, ‘Please remember so-and-so in your prayers’.

And then you’re fucked.

How do you send positive thoughts and plaintive requests out into the universe without the belief to power their flight?

I went to bed last night pondering this.

My cousin is ill. Very Ill. I wish she weren’t but I don’t have the faith-based equipment or the spiritual vocabulary to call upon whatever gods or benevolent spirits might be out there taking an interest in our affairs.

Instead, I found myself indulging in wishful thinking as I sunk further into my pillow. I imagined walking into her room putting a hand to her brow and imparting healing through some sort of comic book-style onomatopoeic flash. The next panel would show her instant transformation back into her usual fit and beautiful self. And, while she rose from her sickbed and made her way to a mirror to marvel at her transformation, the curtain would flair inward as I took to the air in a triumphant sonic boom (relayed via more onomatopoeia in a spectacularly large font!)

That was all I could manage.

A prayer of sorts?