bernadette

i vividly remember, when i was 11 or 12 yrs old, sitting in the swings beside my best friend in her back yard. that was the first time i really thought of & discussed infinity.

there's some connection betwixt infinity & faith, so i think...
it's caused me much doubt, conflict, confusion, ... as i've grown up, outgrown & left behind my plaid catholic school girl uniforms.

so, no. i do not believe in some lofty fella sitting on a throan up in heaven. that's a fairy tale to me.

i learned to pray as child. i quit praying as an adult as my doubts rolled in.
but... i have always found myself still talking talking to God when i am in needy times... it's a weird perplexion i've yet to come to peace with.

i don't know what or who God is? i'm not sure i (or any of us) ever will / can know.
i think the bible is a bunch of proganda written by many men. ok, there may be some good advice within the bible (i don't really know, being that i haven't actually read it ever fully). i just know that so many people misconstrue the words to fit their needs & that's what bugs me most about people quoting the bible. i should bother to read the book fully someday i suppose.

anyway... as far as God existing... i continue back to the infinity thing. it warps my head.