No relevance to anything

I was thinking alot about a paper I wrote for a philosphy class, years ago,  and how strange it must have been for the teacher to consider what I crudely argued. It was supposed to be a research paper on Blaise Pascal's proof for the evidence of God. I, instead wrote my own proof, asking permission beforehand. My assertion was that there must be a God if we believe in justice. I also asserted that it was reasonable to believe such. I used a few supporting arguments which were easy and plain where justice was not evident in this life, so it must exist after mortality. Yeah, from there quite a journey of thought is pilgrimed before ending up comfortably accepting that because sonethings exist beyond what we percieve there was a God behind it all,  but I was young and fearless. I think I lacked so much of that disabling inhibition so I dared to say things  I never would except to my kids.