On The Nature of Grilled Bread

Absence of evidence 
Is not evidence of absence

Let me explain - There is a part of the brain
That when stimulated makes one perceive god
Kzzt - God! Kzzt God!

There is a part of the brain
That when stimulated makes one smell burnt toast
Kzzt - Toast! Kzzt Toast!

It's all in the head
Yet this does not make me question
The existence of grilled bread

God is a lie
Atheism is a lie
Equal lies

Let me tell you why
Though god (slash) atheism is true to you
There is nothing you can say or do
To make it true for me
Particularly since
My god is an atheist

Try not to worry about that too much
I know it upsets you
To think that others haven't pierced the veil as you
That others wander aimlessly around
Bumping into coincidences
And misinterpreting them as 
Proof (slash) disproof of god

Surely life has no meaning for the bumblers
And the mumblers at the churches and (slash) or pubs

Don't they know that the universe is ruled by absolutes
And that every dogmatist agrees 
Universal principles - 
Require full certainty
That cats observed are either dead or not
Not both and neither

Of course, there is another point of view
Satisfied by proofs among the truths of math and physics
It's this
Gods and atheists do not exist
At least not separately
Both observe the non-existence of the other

That's why Absolutes and Truth 
Consistently defeat detection
They're probability waves that collapse
Upon their close inspection

But - I've made a home in this untidy universe filled as she is
With glorious approximation
And strange charm

Maybe that's strange of me
To delight in the necessary tremor
Of the search for something else
To be satisfied without proof that
A thousand unseen hands reach out to me
Just as I reach out to touch the face of god
And to sense perhaps that if I ever reached that space
I might feel fingertips upon my own

So forgive me if I doubt all gods and atheists
But don't confuse that doubt for lack of faith
I believe absolutely
In the existence of toast