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Bertrand Russell was an atheist, he never believed in God, he could never see any wider meaning that could comprehend the whole. He relates one dream: one night, he heard somebody knocking on the door in his sleep. So in the dream he went to open the door, and he saw old God standing there. He couldn’t believe his eyes because he never believed — even in his dream he could remember that, “I don’t believe in God.” But the old man looked so forgotten by everybody, abandoned by everybody; his clothes were tattered, dirt had gathered on his face and body; he looked so out-of-date — almost like a faded painting in which you cannot see clearly what is happening — Russell felt much pity for him. Just to cheer him up he said, “Come in!” He slapped his back like a friend and said, “Cheer up!” And then suddenly he awoke and the dream disappeared.

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