One minute, everything's normal, the next minute... it's not. Not a great place for the likes of us, but we had no choice. There we were. Nobody knew what to do for sure. As prayers began to weigh down the air, tears began to flow. I don't even know why. Not for sure. I hope that those tears helped to clear any other tears out of the air. I hope. I've never before felt the urge to shed tears in relief. The urge was overwhelming. Nobody else seemed to have felt the same tension. Thankfully the red faded before the next trial. If I'd been asked if I was alright, I wouldn't have been anymore.
"I know I don't really know you, but you're among friends here, if you need a hand to hold or anything."
Listen To The Music
Everything else held aside, you've gotta hand it to Christianity for their music... Go to a Baptist church and listen to the choir if you don't believe me. The sheer joy of it. Religion aside, I think that music like that, and the people who create it is something that the world needs. Don't even get me started on the music that comes out of other churches. I don't know for sure what it is, but something about the addition of religion makes music... transcend something. Not that music isn't an amazing feat on its own. I've heard people say "Math is life" they're liars. Music is life. Music is what it's all about. It's finely distilled emotion. Perhaps the thing about religion is that even people who are uncomfortable expressing personal emotions can feel comfortable expressing emotion in the context of worship. Maybe. It's just a guess. It's open to debate.
Can She Do It, Ladies and Gentlemen?
She is about to take on a near impossible task. Can she do it? I sure hope so. She has to, she's committed. Of course, nothing's set in stone. Nothing in the universe is set in stone. Ever. But she's as committed as she's going to get. She's going to go through with it, come hell or high water. But will it have the expected results? Maybe, maybe not. Here's to the Lady. (Yes, the one with brilliant emerald eyes.) May she guide her the best that she can.
'Here is a riddle to guess if you can?' Sing the bells of Notre Dame. 'What makes a monster and what makes a man?'
Some day out of the blue
Maybe years from now
Or tomorrow night
I'll turn and I'll see you
As if we always knew
Some day we would live again, some day soon
--Elton John, Someday Out Of The Blue
This won't be the end. It can't be, because quite frankly we're not ready. We still need this one tiny smidgen of stability.
Crisis
Another person might call this a crisis of faith. I think it's actually rather the opposite. My life is one long episode of what the religious would call a crisis of faith. This is one of the few times when I feel sure, and I'm really not sure why. I'm not going to screw with it for now. As I said, my beliefs are complex. I'd be happy to sit down over coffe and discuss them, but keep in mind I will probably change my mind two or three times throughout the discussion.
But for now...
I will act when action is necessary.
I will speak when it is prudent, and hold my tongue when it is not.
I will trust my own convictions to guide me.
I will hope for the best, even while planning for the worst.
I will pray when the mood takes me, to whomever or whatever seems appropriate at the time.
I will dream, during the night and during the day.
Call me heathen. Call me half-assed, half-baked, half-crazy. Call me undecided. Call me weak-willed, weak-minded, or just plain weak. I hope it makes you happy.
Keep dreaming, I know I will.
Daydream Believer
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