Grin. As Ginger can tell you after many years of seeing my posts on the bar: Argue for me translates as 'debate without heat'. I'm not known to get nasty unless I see someone bullying someone else.
And I refuse to undertake anything (even insanity) to make me normal. Normality is for other people (smile)
I hit my own chrisis of faith in the army, having decided I was an athiest before that (Chruch school effect!) It was very grim at times (I was 17 when I went in). There were times I prayed too. For myself and for and with the kids who were dying. I've also been out in the cold, dark and mist in the mountains looking for a lost kid (about D-J's age, Ginger) I prayed that night (as you say to anyone who was listening) (And I found him, wet, cold, miserable and alive). Some of the praying I did... well, they died. And some did not. It's not that I was answered or not. It was that I asked. And in extremis, I know that I would again again. I'd be a hypocrite to say I was an athiest, wouldn't I?
And being 'crazy' as a "former-Catholic-default-skeptic-convinced- (mysticist? Is that a word?) -wannabe-writers". All that says is you have thought about it and applied your own moral judgements. Good call, IMO. Writers put part of themselves on public display, to be judged -- at least by the perceptive. How can you do that if you are just following prescribed rote? And I have to agree with Ginger, Good manners (and kindness too) win.
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Date: 2005-12-26 09:41 am (UTC)And I refuse to undertake anything (even insanity) to make me normal. Normality is for other people (smile)
I hit my own chrisis of faith in the army, having decided I was an athiest before that (Chruch school effect!) It was very grim at times (I was 17 when I went in). There were times I prayed too. For myself and for and with the kids who were dying. I've also been out in the cold, dark and mist in the mountains looking for a lost kid (about D-J's age, Ginger) I prayed that night (as you say to anyone who was listening) (And I found him, wet, cold, miserable and alive). Some of the praying I did... well, they died. And some did not. It's not that I was answered or not. It was that I asked. And in extremis, I know that I would again again. I'd be a hypocrite to say I was an athiest, wouldn't I?
And being 'crazy' as a "former-Catholic-default-skeptic-convinced- (mysticist? Is that a word?) -wannabe-writers". All that says is you have thought about it and applied your own moral judgements. Good call, IMO. Writers put part of themselves on public display, to be judged -- at least by the perceptive. How can you do that if you are just following prescribed rote? And I have to agree with Ginger, Good manners (and kindness too) win.