Antoni P. Martín Lluís

Nothing. Nothing. That is my terror. Infinite nothingness. I don’t handle it well.

Spirituality is something that has to be born from within yourself. It’s in people. It’s in people’s generosity, in their kindness. Christianity says, “Faith—you have faith—it is given to you by the grace of God.” And I say, well, what a load of crap because the day they were handing it out, I wasn’t there. I would be happier if I thought there was something, right? Because my question, many times, is do we really believe, let’s say, in God? Or does that belief come from the need to attain eternal life? I don’t know. It’s all very complex. There comes a point where I’m simply incapable of understanding. So the Christians ask, “You're a non-practicing Christian, right?” and I tell them, “I’m a non-practicing agnostic,” meaning I don’t proselytize.

It doesn’t matter to me if you think completely differently from me, because if we’re capable of talking, I’m sure we’ll both be enriched by it. That’s why I’m so enthusiastic about what you’re doing. And it even makes me a little envious.

I’m incapable. What I have observed in life, though, is that if you do good, good comes back to you. If you do bad, bad comes back to you. I don’t know what it is, I don’t know what it is. Then there’s my philosophy of life: I don’t know whether there’s something or if there’s nothing. I don’t know. But I don’t need to know in order to be the best person I can be.