So, how many people did God kill? The official tally is a few million. But the real number is zero—because you and I are still here.
We are still breathing. We are still free to ask the question. We are still able to laugh about it with friends, to debate, to doubt, and to wonder.
That freedom—the freedom to explore the scary questions—is a gift. It means you are alive, curious, and not afraid to look at the universe and say, “That’s weird. Let’s find out more.”
So go ahead. Read the source material. Count the bodies. Laugh at the confusing parts. Argue with a friend. And never stop asking. Because the moment you stop asking is the moment you stop growing. And that? That’s the only real death worth worrying about.
