The lady on the blog from Indiana with all the kids who's unsure of the old faith but you know won't take the risk; she probably shouldn't.
The conversation with Renie about when she decided not to be a nun any more. The time she discovered she could think for herself.
The relative who blames her mother for her fate but absolutely refuses to look at herself. The poor girl can't find the courage.
The pain of not having answers, losing more and more friends, ennui, loneliness, betrayal, abandonment, "existential angst," the uncertainty of nothing being fixed, set, permanent, immortal.
In the middle ages they had all the answers, the orthodox believers always know and can't be bothered: yet the sun doesn't revolve around the earth. Drop the bomb on them before they drop the bomb on you they say.
Would I rather have it any other way? Living in questions. Call it "throwing open your mind."
It was written like that while I was lying in bed, but now it is done, except for the erection, I'm afraid to mention that.


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I like questions and posed answers. I like conversations and"reframing" my assumptions. I find I have more assumptions the more I read.