Beliefs... opinions... they change.
My grandfather was never a believer. Not until recently. He's 95 now and dying, he knows it, we know it, I went to see him a few days ago, took him a CD, played some backgammon, you know, take his mind off things, put a little love into his days, anyway, he told me he's been visiting God in his dreams. I asked him if he believed in God and he said "of course!".
