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On a bus ride into town, I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"
As I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought, "Why do I look around?"
And I kissed the filthy ground... the first dry spot I found...
I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down.
And if I didn't have You as my guide, I'd still wander lost in Sinai
or down by the tracks watching trains go by
to remind me: there are places that aren't here.
And if there was no way into God,
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long.
~ Carousels, by mewithoutYou
I don't believe in God. The concept of an over-arching, pre-determined purpose in one's life is too foriegn for me to accept. And even though I don't accept the mindset of so many Christians that live-to-die, I do acknowledge that sometimes my body feels like a grave. If life has only the meaning you give it, then it follows that I should be disappointed in my own.
As I looked around at the billboards and the stores I thought, "Why do I look around?"
And I kissed the filthy ground... the first dry spot I found...
I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down.
And if I didn't have You as my guide, I'd still wander lost in Sinai
or down by the tracks watching trains go by
to remind me: there are places that aren't here.
And if there was no way into God,
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long.
~ Carousels, by mewithoutYou
I don't believe in God. The concept of an over-arching, pre-determined purpose in one's life is too foriegn for me to accept. And even though I don't accept the mindset of so many Christians that live-to-die, I do acknowledge that sometimes my body feels like a grave. If life has only the meaning you give it, then it follows that I should be disappointed in my own.