Matt and Ian were sitting in the pub and discussing a TV show that they had recently watched that dealt with all different religions. “I believe in nothing,” Ian announced as he put down his glass.

Matt raised an eyebrow. “I think you mean that you don’t believe in any religion.”

“There is nothing I believe.”

“Really? Not even science? Not even yourself? Not even that glass?”

“I need not believe in those things because they just are. Belief is about trusting in something that there is no proof of.”

“That’s not how I see it. I mean, the leap of faith is not always religious. It is just following advice that people are giving or maybe believing what someone else is saying just because they happen to be saying it.”

“I’m not a sheep!”

“I just mean that we can’t believe in nothing. There is something that everyone holds dear and they put all their faith into it.”

There was a pause as Ian thought about what had just occurred. “I guess you’re right.” He stood up and picked up his now empty glass. “You have opened my mind because now I remember believing in the power of plasters when I was young, or the power of my wife now.” Ian looked at the bar and then back at Matt, “another?”

There was a pause as Ian thought about what had just occurred. “I guess you’re right.” He stood up and picked up his now empty glass. “You have opened my mind because now I remember believing in the power of plasters when I was young, or the power of my wife now.” Ian looked at the bar and then back at Matt, “another?”

I wrote this in response to this week’s writing Wednesday