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1. "…and maybe some faith would / Do me good"
2. " 'Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys / Just need a little because, because"
Fiona Apple's CDs are on heavy rotation in my bedroom, where late at night, I sit in my bathrobe in my desk chair with my feet soaking in a mixture of too-hot water, oil of cypress, salt, and sugar. I sigh, and my shoulders obediently follow. I put my head back; the bob I always forget I have catches on my cheeks. My eyelids flutter closed.
I'm thinking. About the elegance of chemical reactions: how atoms, lacking a nervous system, simply do.
My knowledge of biochemistry tells me my behaviors are futile. Mind over matter means nothing when mind is matter.
I'm thinking about my lifelong search for a stability I cannot find in electron-filled orbitals, the one I'm looking for in God, but I do not believe in God.
2. " 'Cause I'm tired of whys, choking on whys / Just need a little because, because"
Fiona Apple's CDs are on heavy rotation in my bedroom, where late at night, I sit in my bathrobe in my desk chair with my feet soaking in a mixture of too-hot water, oil of cypress, salt, and sugar. I sigh, and my shoulders obediently follow. I put my head back; the bob I always forget I have catches on my cheeks. My eyelids flutter closed.
I'm thinking. About the elegance of chemical reactions: how atoms, lacking a nervous system, simply do.
My knowledge of biochemistry tells me my behaviors are futile. Mind over matter means nothing when mind is matter.
I'm thinking about my lifelong search for a stability I cannot find in electron-filled orbitals, the one I'm looking for in God, but I do not believe in God.