A letter sent to myself

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

My intellectual friend
you have rejected the notion of god
tell me that religion is an invention by man
to sooth his fear of death
and keep him chained in ignorance.
You who believe in nothing
why is your bookshelf crammed with literature about numerology
spit three times when a black cat crosses the road
believe in bad omens
and keep the bedside lamp burning till early morning
light drips into you bed of terror.
It appear to me
that as you have rejected god
you still believe in evil.