The First Atheist of El Terron

When we die, what if we don’t ride the giant green Ox past the shores of Lake Muertos to meet the Singing Sisters in their Warm Pool of Eternity?

You mean what if the Ox takes us somewhere else?

No. I mean, what if there’s no Ox at all.

Then what would take us to the Singing Sisters?

What I’m saying is, what if there are no Singing Sisters? No Warm Pool of Eternity?

Then where would the Ox take us?

Try to get this. No Ox. No Sisters. No Pool.


After you die, none of that.

All right, hold on. If there’s no Ox to take us on a ride we don’t take to see the Sisters who don’t happen to be next to the Pool that isn’t there…


Then where do we go? What happens after we die?

Something different, presumably.

You don’t know what?

Of course not. Nobody does.

Then if it’s all the same to you, my money’s on the Ox. It’s as likely as anything else.

Weren’t you about to prosecute the Heretics of Um for believing that a three-headed cat digests us, excretes us, and buries us in the Sandbox of Forever?

Well, that’s ridiculous. If you’re going to believe, believe something appealing, that’s my motto.

Author: mattamati

Nothing remarkable to report. Born in suburbs. Diffidently educated. Used to do other jobs, now he does this one. Fancies self a writer.

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