midnight_digression reue _May 5th, 2005_ My ironic love of life keeps me from taking others. A precious gift that noone has the proper capacity to remove. What is that? Solemn faith... in what? I don't rightfully know. Not quite faith though, more akin to a lack of faith and an overwhelming need to fill that hole. The formation of a moral code or set of rules to drive my own pathway to realization? Should I research and read more? Educate myself further in the various faiths of the world, to find one to fill that role? No, by that act alone the very point to faith is lost. A man changes for his God, a God doesn't change for the man. In this statement, which I judge to be true, I feel that I am to be forever lost. 050629 what's it to you? who go blather from