I guess I just… don’t believe it anymore? Like, I lead prayers every night, me, with my kids kneeling there, and inside my head I’m just thinking about... the dishwasher or something. It’s so messed up, right? My dad was a sergeant, he’d kill me for not being honest, but if I told my wife, it would just… shatter everything. So I just keep doing the whole "amen" thing, and sometimes I almost laugh 'cause it feels so fake, like I'm playing a part in a really long, boring play that never ends. It's kinda awful.