The Big Question

"You've told me who your are not. So who are you?"

Look at the stars, the roof, the potted plants next to you and the boxy texture of the ground. Just don't look at his face. Then you will definitely not be able to find a single word to say.

Subject, verb, object. Remember the order of making sentences. Put one together.

Don't say "I don't know". That is a shortcut to not thinking. Pause.

It's not hard to divert the subject for a while, talk and laugh and joke about related things till we're on a topic far, far away. The connections hum just so. Another one of the things I love about this.

Sooner or later though, he'll say "But back to what we were talking about. You were saying...?"

Drats.

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Run, run away from the questions you can't answer; the unquantifiable, unmeasurable, unprovable wishy-washy statements.

I pledge allegiance to a God whom I cannot see or touch but believe in through faith, and I will live my life each day for His glory."

Fancy enough. But how do you actually do that? And what about the shady areas? When you get down to specifics, there isn't much consensus. And then, I can't answer you because I don't know what is the right answer. I can't just give you my answer, surely? It might be the wrong one, the one I say to lie to myself about how I feel and think, the one that I change every minute.

"If you don't take anything else from this, at least I hope you find out who you are."