You should never postpone your pleasures, that there was no guarantee that you would live another day.
What we humans think we know is nothing compared to what we need to believe to numb the fear and pain.
What determined the outcome of a life? A series of random events you had no control over, or did some cosmic gravity pull everything in the direction it was predestined to go?
We don’t punish people because they are evil, but because they make bad choices, choices that are bad for the herd. Morality isn’t heaven-sent or eternal, just a set of rules that benefit the herd.
Religion was like fire insurance; you never really thought you’d need it, so when people said that the boy was prepared to take your sins upon himself and didn’t want anything in return, why not say yes to some peace of mind?
Love surrounds you like steam in the shower. You can’t see the individual drops, but you get warm. And wet. And clean.
But there is always a point where things can no longer be put off, where you can’t be weak one more day and promise yourself that tomorrow, tomorrow you will start that other life.