When I was a little boy, I would cry for days when a pet died. I dug up my sister’s turtle every day for weeks to see it if was still dead. I imagined my own turtle had run away and was living happily in a stream. Christians are like me as a child. They can’t stand it when people die, so they hang onto childish wishful thinking.
~ Roedy (born: 1948-02-04 age: 61)