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The questions keep coming and I flounder for answers. The question this time is a little weird.

A person of god asked me how I am doing. I said, well, you know, not too god, not too bad, if you get what I mean. And the next question came immediately, more in the nature of a statement, than a question actually. It went something like this, a person who believes in God should have no such doubts. My answer surprised even me(and few things surprise me these days!): I said, what is more important-whether I believe in God or whether God believes in me.

Good question, huh. I baffled myself. I have been wondering about its meaning for about three days now. What on earth did I mean by that. What made me say that, anyway. I mean I don't really care either way. And yet the question haunts me.

After three days of desultory thought I have concluded that the key word in that question is neither God, nor I, but the word "believe".

Put another way, what is belief? Somethig that cannot be proved, and yet you feel is more likely to be true than false? Rather like the Reimann Hypothesis or the stuff on Twin Primes. And yet the question seems more profound than that.

I really have to burn my grey cells over this one. What is belief.

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