I think I better make one thing straight about what I wrote yesterday. I have not started to believe in god, the afterlife or anything like that. I still view religion as an utterly repugnant, oppressive social force, as evidenced by the fracas I had with a street preacher in Greenwich this afternoon. It’s just that, I must admit I rather like the idea that Lyn and all the other friends I have lost might somehow continue to exist and be observing all the messes I get into. It’s a warm, comforting thought, far more reassuring than the notion that they have simply been obliterated from reality. Yet that, I suppose, is how religion works: how it ensnares so many people, manipulating and controlling them, to the extent that they can’t bare to contemplate that it might just be a lot of baseless nonsense.