"You believe in God, right, Eric?"
"Hasn't changed since last time you asked."
"The world has, though. Maybe I wanted to see if you'd tried to catch up
by jettisoning the things holding you back."
"If that were the case, love, we wouldn't be talking."
"I get that, Eric. But you..you're religious. Why are there ghosts? Why do they just stay here, trapped and alone, as terrified of letting go and moving on as a religious man and his favorite phobias?"
"You've been talking to your mom? Or drinking?"
"Just answer, Eric. Why do spirits linger here, if there is somewhere better to go? If there is some light at the end of all of this, why aren't they running towards it?"
"Maybe not every spirit wants the light, Leah. Maybe some spirits prefer to surround themselves with the things they hold dear, and hate moving on. Maybe they have a few things left to do. Maybe they aren't spirits at all; maybe they are like a tape-recording, but made of moments of great tragedy and love."
"No, Eric. I think they stay here because we are afraid of letting them go. They linger at the periphery of our minds and the periphery of our hearts because we cannot live without them, even if nothing is real about them at all. Like you and your religion."
"And Atheists are better?"
"No, Eric. To an Atheist, everyone is already a ghost."