Saturday, May 15, 2004
You know, I am prone, debater that I am, to ask one question after nearly every contention that anyone presents to me, and that is: WHY? What justification have you got to say that?
And I tend to think that if I had met Jesus, face to face, and he had told me, 'I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life', I would have asked: why?
Because I cannot believe without questioning. I have strong beliefs about the political world around me and I question those. I have a spotty understanding of history and I question that. I have built up belief systems and torn them down in a matter of weeks because I cannot see why they need to be the truth. I have fallen in love and I even question that sometimes. I can question the sky and I can question the rain and I can question the ground beneath my feet, and sometimes I get answers and sometimes I don't.
If there is one thing in which I have faith, it is that somewhere in me, there is knowledge. Somewhere in me I understand the universe in which I live in, completely and perfectly, because I was born in it and I will die in it and I live this life in it. So, I can understand it; I can know the truth. And I can search the world for something that will awaken it in me. And I think I found it. Or rather, I think I found her. But there is more than one trigger and they will not pass me by if they come across my path.
This is the way the world looks through my rectangular glasses.
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