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I never believe in the existence of gods. Even if someone tells me that the Loch Ness monster is a pet raised by Martians, it is probably more real than Yahweh, Lao Tzu, etc. My idea may really offend the gods, or someoneA god wanted to persuade me to believe their existence. Obviously, they succeeded. I began to be paranoid. When I went to church, I would bow my head devoutly and see monks. I would put my hands together. If I could go to a Taoist templeIf so, I will probably burn incense and make a wish. It may also be a masterpiece of aliens. They saw that I was a loyal atheist and gave me a chance to experience it. Maybe the star gate in Somalia should beClosed to prevent those extraterrestrials from coming to earth to play tricks - if there is such a thing. In New York in 1948, a little girl named Catherine was born. Catherine: My goal is to spend the first 20 years of my lifeEarn enough assets to squander 200 years, and then spend them in 50 years! ... This article is a transformation novel, and it contains content that ordinary human beings cannot accept. Please enter with caution.