#220 Magic Potions
It's entirely preposterous to believe in magic potions. I stopped believing in the Gods when I was in the 4th Class. I walked up to my mom and announced that the Gods couldn't be real because they never answered my prayers. My favorite pyramid teams never won the championship, my brothers continually picked on me, and I got less than a perfect score on my spelling test last week. These were very good reasons to my 10 year old self.
My mom smiled and patted my head. She told me that she too once didn’t believe in the Gods. Then when she first started out as a surgeon, a man in perfect health almost died on the operating table. Startled, she did the only thing she could think of doing. She prayed that Asclepios would guide her hands and heal this man. After she said this prayer, the man’s heart began to beating strongly.
I still never quite believed her and continued in my adamant atheism. The religious factions were merely groups to appease and sometimes fool in the grand game of politics.
That being said, I desperately wish that I could believe in magic potions. I know exactly the one I would choose: a potion that would allow me to go back in time and change mistakes. I would go back to that awful day when a clerical error exposed my plan to secure the election for the President. I would make sure that Baltar’s name remained misspelled on the ballots. I would go back to the day of the Exodus and not let Maya or the child out of my sight. I would go back to that awful press conference and not use the word “vultures.”
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I would go back and ignore the music. I wouldn’t follow it to that horrible revelation.
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But I am still adamant in my atheism and do not believe in magic potions.
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Even though I now know that my mother was merely a memory programmed into me by my creators, I still hold firm to my denunciation. There are no Gods. There is no God, either.
Tory Foster
Battlestar Galactica
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