The polished wooden floor reflected the neutral expression on Gerald's face. Shockwaves from the floor semi-rhythmically disrupted the surface of the crystal blue Gatorade sitting on his table. He twirled his nacho around, toying around with the perhaps alarming plasticity of the synthetic cheese dip. The air is disturbed by a sigh.
Good but not great.
Gerald ruminated this phrase in his mind like the masticative patterns bovine display when they consume cud.
"...here's something else that's weird but true: in the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And the compelling reason for maybe choosing some sort of god or spiritual-type thing to worship--be it JC or Allah, YHWH, or some inviolable set of ethical principles--is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive." - DFW