MORaholics

Antonio Salieri never prayed to god. It wasn’t his habit. Kneeling and talk to an entity that had never been present in the most important parts of his life, was in his eyes astoundingly absurd. If God was there, if He existed, He was either very blind or really indifferent to the suffering of his flock. Antonio Salieri never prayed, as a boy of 13 years he had knelt at the foot of his bed before sleeping to pray for the recovery of his mother. Every night he had repeated the same ritual, right before bed time, in mere hope that God would hear his prayer and erase his mother’s illness. She died. He had grieved for months, the pai