The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost

I had an interesting conversation with the woman who does my hair today. Often I go to my appointments with her straight from work, and I'm wrung out, and really only want silence. But I've known her for years, we know each other's lives, and silence is not an option.

Going on Saturday morning was a different experience, mostly because I was in a different place in my head. Elsa and I have talked about religion, God, churches and similar things before, but it's not a common conversation topic. So today when we got on that subject, I was telling her about feeling conflicted-does a higher power exist? How can it not, given all the awareness that we have of ourselves as spiritual beings? And for me, most convincing of all, is this innate need to do the right thing-where does this come from if not a spiritual presence? Then again, this idea of the holy trinity (where the fuck are the women??), the list of banned behaviors, heaven and hell, so much of it is just clearly absurd, or at best something that functions as a comfort, much like boundaries for children make them feel secure.

Hard to reconcile logic and belief, reason and intent. I can see why religion calls for faith, I just can't suspend reason to get there.

swimming up from the deep

Well, it's been a while. Where have I been? Lost in the land of disillusionment, just a little?

Habeas corpus, revocable trusts and boolean searches

Lawful enemy combatants and the dormant commerce clause

Where, oh where is my delight?