The Samantha Chronicle:

The first time I was asked this question, I was – I think – fifteen and I was at a church retreat. I think they wanted me to say that I believe in God, but instead, I said that I believed in stories. Because while I had no proof in God, no faith in the idea of love (jaded young person, I am), and no belief in myself, I had proof that our world exists through storytelling.

Beliefs are an interesting thing.

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