We are all priests, and we are all saints. In our own hands, each of our churches fall into apostasy, one by one.
Truth is real, though it cannot be seen, or touched, or even detected. It is up to us to recognize it when it is revealed, when the thin gossamer veil is lifted for an instant.
If a tree falls in the forest, and there is no one there to hear it, does it still make a sound? The birds assure me, it does.
There is so much about which we can be certain, almost as much as we must doubt. My greatest comfort is that the most important things in this life are things we can know for sure.
I cannot convince you there are gods. I don’t need to. At any rate, it is the atheists and agnostics who are most adored by the gods. One could barely fill a high school auditorium with those who are true believers and have been blessed by the spirits with their divine gifts.
I have been up the mountain, over a dozen in fact. A few volcanoes, too. Oh, and the Grand Canyon. But my travelogue isn’t what’s important. What’s important is this: you are all just tasty morsels.
Until next time…