I saw God once. It was an intense and incredibly profound experience. But
the funny thing is, after twenty years past, all I can remember is this one sure thing: I saw God, and God told me there was no God.
To this day, as a result of that experience, I am at the same time a more deeply spiritual person and also a absolutely committed atheist. After all, how can I believe in God if God Himself told me He didn’t exist?
I could fill in all sorts of details like how can one be spiritual without God (or gods), or my more intellectual conclusions about the experience, or
why it’s not even remotely a contradiction. But none of that really matters
a bit, so I won’t.