God: a disease we imagine we are cured of because no one dies of it nowadays.

In this aphorism Cioran treats belief in God not as a metaphysical question but as a psychological condition—an affliction that once carried existential stakes. The sting lies in the modern premise: because “no one dies of it nowadays,” we assume we have outgrown the “disease.” He is mocking secular self-confidence and the idea of historical progress in matters of faith. The line also suggests that earlier eras, in which people were willing to die for God (martyrdom, religious wars, persecution), reveal a depth of conviction that modernity lacks; what looks like “cure” may be mere indifference, not genuine resolution of the underlying spiritual anxiety.