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I became an atheist the Junior year of my spring semester in college
My friend from back home moved into our already crowded two-bedroom apartment That now housed four (And five when Cathy would move in later that year)
He was unyielding and used logic Like a hammer or a martyr, And would hurl question after question across the four-foot gap Between his mattress and mine
It absolved me of any last remaining doubt
There was a certainty that finally settled in That had been torn open during my freshman year over a course in Cultural Anthropology
I am comfortable knowing that this is it
There is so much more beauty in a life that also has death