Sum ergo sum...

Not quite Descartes, I'll grant you, though I agree with him on some of the salient points.

I believe in no god because I have no reason to. No divinity has ever begun to make itself manifest to me, except through human agency. Art in some forms can begin to approach the divine, but it's still only a reflection of some greater truth.

I don't pretend to know what that truth is.

The essential paradox of my existence is this: there are no absolutes. Yet the nonexistence of absolutes is itself an absolute. I reconcile this as best I can by leaving room for the possible existence of some absolute, somewhere in the metaverse. If it's there, great, but I haven't seen it yet, and there hasn't been a human born yet wise enough to show it to me... or if there has, s/he's playing it pretty close to the vest.

I am almost certainly the most egotistical person I have ever met. I accept all facets of my nature, on a more or less equal basis, because I don't believe any other human being has the right or the capacity to tell me how to feel, how to behave, or what to believe. Everything I do, I do from inner conviction. Because whatever else is true, there is one inescapable fact: whatever the source or manner of it, I am alive. I sit here, I type these words, I exist. For however long I continue to exist, in whatever form, I will continue to grow and change. Even if what waits beyond is nothingness, I am here now. That will never change. I affirm my life.

I wait for the day that I can look out into the world and affirm the validity of some outside source of truth. I think that's the day I'll finally fall in love.

Sum ergo sum...

Not quite Descartes, I'll grant you, though I agree with him on some of the salient points.

I believe in no god because I have no reason to. No divinity has ever begun to make itself manifest to me, except through human agency. Art in some forms can begin to approach the divine, but it's still only a reflection of some greater truth.

I don't pretend to know what that truth is.

The essential paradox of my existence is this: there are no absolutes. Yet the nonexistence of absolutes is itself an absolute. I reconcile this as best I can by leaving room for the possible existence of some absolute, somewhere in the metaverse. If it's there, great, but I haven't seen it yet, and there hasn't been a human born yet wise enough to show it to me... or if there has, s/he's playing it pretty close to the vest.

I am almost certainly the most egotistical person I have ever met. I accept all facets of my nature, on a more or less equal basis, because I don't believe any other human being has the right or the capacity to tell me how to feel, how to behave, or what to believe. Everything I do, I do from inner conviction. Because whatever else is true, there is one inescapable fact: whatever the source or manner of it, I am alive. I sit here, I type these words, I exist. For however long I continue to exist, in whatever form, I will continue to grow and change. Even if what waits beyond is nothingness, I am here now. That will never change. I affirm my life.

I wait for the day that I can look out into the world and affirm the validity of some outside source of truth. I think that's the day I'll finally fall in love.