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I met this very strange boy on Sunday.
He said he lost his spirituality when he saw a human dissection.
He told me that when they got the brain, he couldn't look away.
He wanted to see if there was anything special about the brain.
There was a long pause before his eyes met mine and he said, "but there was nothing."
"And that's when I lost it. The brain is just a fucking conductor; fatty tissue and electricity."
Lost what? I asked him. Don't you believe in souls, life energy, don't you believe in anything?
Tell me you believe in something.
"Like you? Blind faith? No. Not me."
As he told me about his epiphany, I had my own.
Perhaps I am just overly sensitive, because lately, everything seems like a revelation.
He grew increasingly anxious, talking in a shrill high-pitched voice.
He wouldn't accept my position. And I wasn't about to accept his.
He kept saying that everyone is the same. It's like a mantra he kept repeating.
Everyone is the same, everyone has a category, everyone is predictable.
And there is no God.
All the while, he was evidently unhappy and unsatisfied with life.
Rightfully so.
How much worse can it get for a person?
He think he has life figured out.
The mystery, the intrigue, the purpose and greater meaning - he's erased all of that from his life.
And it's silly to say that those things don't exist.
They do. I know they do. I have experienced it. I am not following blindly.
And he spoke, literally for two full hours on this subject, while I stared at the black ocean.
The night sky was overcast with the thick marine layer.
I couldn't help myself from feeling overwhelmingly sorry for this person.
I didn't post about this earlier because I've been sorting my thoughts out about the incident.
How funny for fate to make us meet, to test our resolve.
To test me.