Of course, that which never lived can never die. But thankfully, such a dastardly human concept of Him is dying. One beautiful sunrise in the future will come over a land no longer bound to injure or kill in His name. No longer will ignorance of our discoveries, ignorance of our common humanity, ignorance of our common love, rule our actions.

Rejoice. Even if only in a few minds, God is dead. In others he is dying, and love, and compassion is taking His place.

Nevertheless I am smiling. With you in my life, I have never been so excited to suffocate, to drown, to cry and to let dreams of what may never be, keep me tossing and turning through the night. One simple smile, beautiful enough to crumble all that I stood upon. To shake the angels down from heaven to see what the fuss is about. And surely to bring them to their knees in shock and adoration as well. If it is worth having it could never come easy. If it came easy it wouldn't be worth it. The honor of being in pursuit, in the end, is reward enough. To have reason to suffer, in place of suffering blindly, is a blessing in itself. Love, even left unrequited, is still love. To feel it, to live it, is to feel and be alive.