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[danuv]

Why do I always wait so late in the day to try and say something? I'm always tired and worn out by the day by now.
I'm sad about Johnny Cash. For a few moments I sat here and thought about how it would be good if he were with his wife in some sort of afterlife.
I want to believe that there is something there, but I just don't know that I can anymore. All I seem to be able to do anymore is paint more questions. My answers are only questions. In some ways I'm comfortable with that. Is there a god? I don't know. I'm not ignorant. I'm not disinterested. It isn't as though I've given up and shut down my spiritual self. I just have pretty much come to the conclusion that I may never know.
Maybe god is an elephant wearing a tutu. Perhaps there's a heaven and it looks like a Fellini film. That'd be really spiffy.

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[macaholic.livejournal.com]

for all we might suppose and opine or deny, the real truth of the matter is that none of us will truly know until it is too late to do anything about it.

the one thing for which I never have an answer for is that the complexity of life, to have happened fully by chance, what are the odds. on the other hand, that rules nothing out.

[danuv.livejournal.com]

Yup.