Our world tells us a story of death. It says there is nothing. It says that we are just piles of dust. It says that there is no greater plan. There is no greater being. We are a mistake of the cosmos. We exist by chance. And all we are is piles of dust. It tells us there is no divine being at work. Death is the end. We are piles of dust in the end. And when our hearts stop and our lungs stop breathing and life leaves these fragile shells there is nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Bu