Losing a superstition forces you to acquire a new one.

Probed enough, nothing makes sense. I'm not sure if this fills me with despair or wonder.

 I don't believe that god doesn't exist, I just don't believe that he does.

The optimist is fated to grapple with the ills that befall them, the pessimist the good.

I, like you, pretend to exist.

Clearly nobody is worried 'cause clearly we're informed.

We are all one epiphany away from despair. Just some of us are better at epiphanies.