Please Note: I first wrote this essay on my personal process of finding belief years ago. It’s never static, it’s not perfect and I make no claim that it is so. It just came out on paper one day and today, after my latest revisit, I decided to share it. I’ve never let anyone see it before. I do return to it ever so often, and it morphs as the moods see fit and my convictions allow. It’s always in flux, just like our world at present…just like me. This is the current version, though I wonder what it will sound like on the 5th of November?
Peace.
At one point in the journey I found myself at the crossroads looking for answers. Actually, I was desperate for them, and equally desperate for console.
You see, I live in this world, too.
A world where programmed waves of broadcast ignorance wash over me with clocklike regularity; this world where “faith-based” truths are bellowed nonsensically as answers to my cries for considerations for serious resolutions; this world where Science so fears to speak up and demand that it’s logic be heard that it will allow the teaching of that which to the very core of its belief it knows to be false; this world where our leaders believe that instilling us with the idea that fear in living life is our only avenue to a secure life, and so a joyful life; this world…
Somewhere in this world I felt there was a wise soul seeking to share wisdom…seeking a student…seeking me.
I found him at the crossroads (echo’s return: He stumbled over me at the crossroads).