The force that played havoc with the cortisol in my blood was the same force that helped my body recover; if I felt better one day and worse the next, it was unchanged. It chose no side. It gave the girl next to me in the hospital pneumonia; it also gave her white blood cells that would resist the infection. And the atoms in those cells, and the nuclei in those atoms, the same bits of carbon that were being spun into new planets in some corner of space without a name. My insignificance had become unspeakably beautiful to me. That unified force was a god too massive, too inhuman, to resist with the atheism in which I had been brought up. I became a zealot without a religion.

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G. Willow Wilson was American writer (b. 1982). Gwendolyn Willow Wilson is an American comics writer, prose author, and essayist. Her work is most often categorized as magical realism. Read more on Wikipedia →

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  • Faith — Reflections on belief, spirituality, and trust in the unseen

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