Envy of Conviction
Too all of you good people who post on your religious and philosophical certainties, please know that I downright envy you that certitude. That’s said without any sarcasm or hidden agenda! That’s said without regard to whether I could agree with your positions or not! Just… thank you for showing your humanity.
Holding fast to faith in a larger truth, and defending that position from the basis of faith itself? That’s never been something I could do. Thoroughly corrupted by the calls of “cite your sources,” “falsifiability,” and “supporting evidence” be I…
… and yet while the above holds true, I also am drawn to the mystery of life and our experiences, whose best descriptions come from the mystic traditions.
Discussing these topics with people gives me discomfort and unease; my mind defaults to pragmatism with no time for the ineffable. Yet I could spend all night — and have — reading on these very topics, writing (privately) on these very mysteries, contemplating these very ineffable, illogical concepts from the history of superstitious humanity.
It’s so very difficult to argue against contradictions when you embody one yourself.
