No. Don’t tell me tales of your weeping heart. Don’t pose rhetorical questions on why your imaginary friend delivered catastrophe. Don’t wax lyrical about decimated homes and shattered lives. and Don’t you even think about uttering a prayer. All you’d be saying is your god didn’t fuck with you because you’re connected to him, and as superior beings you get to request mercy, forgiveness and healing on their behalves.
Instead of attempting to deceive yourselves into believing that you’re making a difference, how about ACTUALLY doing it? Shut up, sell your shit and use the money to fund research on advanced earthquake warnings and shelters. And hey, it is after all easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom.
