losing-my-faith
Original: losing-my-faith on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
Panel 1:
Priest: I'm worried I'm losing my faith.
Panel 2:
A balding, smiling man (God): God?
Priest: Yeah!
Panel 3:
Priest: How do I know that I exist? Like... what if this is all just a dream? Or what if I'm just a crazy person?
Panel 4:
God: Well... you think, therefore you are.
Priest: Come on, man. That's circular. You smuggled the "you" in the "you" in the first part of the proof.
Panel 5:
Priest: I mean, honestly, what are the odds that I just happen to be the one consciousness in the universe that's a deity? There are literally hundreds of conscious minds in the universe, but-
God: Wait. Hundreds?
Panel 6:
Priest: There are billions of humans.
God: Yeah.
Panel 7:
(The priest walks away down a corridor.)
Panel 8:
Priest: So...
God: Well. This got awkward.
Votey:
God (speech bubble): Welp, better flood this one again.
(Beside the bubble is a large round shape resembling a planet or a petri dish.)
Priest: I'm worried I'm losing my faith.
Panel 2:
A balding, smiling man (God): God?
Priest: Yeah!
Panel 3:
Priest: How do I know that I exist? Like... what if this is all just a dream? Or what if I'm just a crazy person?
Panel 4:
God: Well... you think, therefore you are.
Priest: Come on, man. That's circular. You smuggled the "you" in the "you" in the first part of the proof.
Panel 5:
Priest: I mean, honestly, what are the odds that I just happen to be the one consciousness in the universe that's a deity? There are literally hundreds of conscious minds in the universe, but-
God: Wait. Hundreds?
Panel 6:
Priest: There are billions of humans.
God: Yeah.
Panel 7:
(The priest walks away down a corridor.)
Panel 8:
Priest: So...
God: Well. This got awkward.
Votey:
God (speech bubble): Welp, better flood this one again.
(Beside the bubble is a large round shape resembling a planet or a petri dish.)
Alt text
Eight-panel SMBC comic. A priest in a black robe and clerical collar talks with a balding, smiling man who is God. The priest says he's worried he's losing his faith. He muses about how he knows he exists, dismissing "I think therefore I am" as circular reasoning. He then says: honestly, what are the odds that he just happens to be the one consciousness in the universe that's a deity, since there are literally hundreds of conscious minds in the universe. God interrupts, surprised: "Wait. Hundreds?" The priest corrects him: there are billions of humans. God replies "Yeah" uneasily. The priest walks away down a hallway. Finally the priest says "So..." and God, now realizing he may just be one random consciousness among billions rather than special, says "Well. This got awkward." Votey aftercomic: God's speech bubble says "Welp, better flood this one again," next to a large round shape that looks like a planet or a petri dish — God deciding to wipe out humanity to avoid the uncomfortable implication.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.