"Man is a reed, the weakest of nature, but he is a thinking reed"

"Hey, tiny bugie! Where are you heading so fast?"- I couldn't help myself asking a little creature walking across the page of the article about women's literature I was reading. It was light- brown and not more than 2 mm long. Stepping over many words, which were simply black spots on it's "pavement", it reached the edge of the page, hesitated: what to do next? For a moment it ran to the back of the page, but came back. For a brief second it lingered on the edge trying to catch balance, and then suddenly spread it's little wings and in a flash it was gone flying away in an unknown direction.

So much nothing but it stunned me and brought to my mind Blaise Pascal. Because we are such bugs in the universe. And what if we are rushing on someone's property, having no idea that our world is indeed just a small part of it? If everything we are or we think or would like to be, is simply a meaningless joke? And people hate to think that they are meaningless and their life has no purpose. That's why we have created ourselves a god, who makes it all clear and makes it easier to understand all the miracles. And Pascal , although a very religious man, once wrote: "If God does not exist, one will lose nothing by believing in him, while if he does exist, one will lose everything by not believing". So it seems, it's better to be a cool rationalist than a devoted believer.

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"It is man's natural sickness to believe that he posesses the Truth".