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Sep. 12th, 2003 05:43 pmWhy 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.
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.
