pt.2: that which I Believe

Ok… so I sounded kinda defeatist in pt.1 … these are the thoughts that have been plaguing me but they are not necessarily that which I believe or how my mindset is in terms of my spirituality.

so I’ll start of on a different foot… but before I can, I need to point some things out:

1. I am not a theologian nor do I play one on tv.
2. I am not professing these thoughts to be anything more that which I believe.

a. Corollary 1: Anyone who assumes that I am professing these to be the Truth are dead wrong.
b. Corollary 2: Please proceed with your assumptions at your own risk.

3. While I always consider myself an expert on everything about everything, I readily admit that I probably know less about this topic that that weird guy on the bus who kinda smells like rotting papayas does.

Ok …

I believe that there is a path for us all. I believe that there is a purpose for my existence, that there is a Reason that I am alive on this planet in this dimension at this point in the Space-Time Continuum.

The trick for me then becomes… how do I discover my path… how do I come to know my purpose. And if there is a reason for everything, then there must also be some corresponding purpose. This is tough though because it implies that there is a reason and purpose for even the really, really fucked-up, twisted bad stuff.

(at this point in the mental exercise my train of thought usually gets into a pretty horrific Amtrak-esk accident causing it to derail and consequently killing off several passengers. The liberal media is all over it and I am forced to explain myself back to my Prozac like placidity like so:)

When I was younger my family use to do those really big jigsaw puzzles. I don’t know, fifty thousand pieces or some other equally obscene number like that. Anyway, the puzzle would be on the big table and people would sit down to work on it intermittently. I remember trying a few times and, with piece in hand, would often wonder if someone in the factory had ‘accidently’ put a couple pieces from another puzzle in our set. I mean really, the color of the pieces I was working on were all wrong… and even the shapes seemed to be kinda different. However, it was only after the puzzles were completed that I was able to see how the misfit pieces played their part in the whole.

I don’t know, but maybe that’s how the bad stuff fits in. I may never like it, hell, I may never even like the final picture but that does not discount the fact that those pieces (the crap in life) had a part to play in the puzzle.
I realize that this is a cop-out, lazy answer but that’s all I have for right now. The next part will detail my justifications for my beliefs.

~out

[please notice how I have neatly stepped over the whole issue of the existence of God. See…? Expert. On Everything. ]

~m