| 1234567891011 | author: Vincent van Goghcontent: "That God of the clergymen, He is for me as dead as a doornail. But am I\  \ an atheist for all that? The clergymen consider me as such\u2014be it so; but\  \ I love, and how could I feel love if I did not live, and if others did not live,\  \ and then, if we live, there is something mysterious in that. Now call that God,\  \ or human nature or whatever you like, but there is something which I cannot define\  \ systematically, though it is very much alive and very real, and see, that is God,\  \ or as good as God. To believe in God for me is to feel that there is a God, not\  \ a dead one, or a stuffed one, but a living one, who with irresistible force urges\  \ us toward _aimer encore_; that is my opinion."id: 68d478b6-f379-4e7e-8cfa-7e3e8cbb619f
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