Dear Blog

Today is a day of mixed emotions. If you're interested (and being an online web server for people to store random collections of thoughts and images on, you probably won't) today's word of the day is PERINEUM courtesy of the oddly-inspiring Joseph Roth. And yes, it probably was taken out of context. You know what else? I think I'm believing less and less in God every day. No... that's the wrong way to put it. I'm believing less and less in religion every day. Today a friend I always walk home with was attacked by three children of Satan on the way home from school. It was a rare day, where I leave an hour earlier than him and thus don't walk the same route as him. Thankfully, he is alright. But I felt horribly, horribly responsible. It's strange, because as I dwelled on my part in his ordeal... I fell upon the topic of God. Did He direct me along another path? Did He choose to save me tonight? No. Of course he didn't. Don't be stupid. But to the believer, it seems like justification. God intervened, or so it would seem. Call it providence - call it what you will - but my absence seemed to be a very unlikely coincidence. I tried to tell myself this but - unusually - my rational side leapt back in with the retort. What coincidences aren't unlikely? The problem with the concept of God's Divine Intervention is that people never accept that the most blindingly obvious and simple explanation is often very true. Religion sucks. In Dogma, the thirteenth apostle (yes, yes I know) is talking to the last descendent of Jesus (yes, yes I KNOW). "The problem with people on earth is that they had a really good idea, and then they tried to build a belief structure around it." he says. It's sharp, and to the point, but altogether lost amidst a scene which includes two drunk angels being tossed off a train. What am I trying to say? You're probably trying to ask that question, even if you're only whispering it at the back of your mind. Well, as I look up at what I've just written, I want to ask it to. I think... I think what I want to say to you all is that you should be confident with what you think the world is like. You need to ground yourself in reality, a reality of your own making. You need to give form to your beliefs, give direction to your dreams. Become the master of your own future. If you don't have the foundations to life, there's no need to worry about what colour the walls are going to be painted. Something like that. Now where did I put that Perineum...