Belief

So, I'm a Believer. As I have noted in previous posts, I have had too many experiences to be a Doubter. But . . . of course all the scalp-tingling, the voices, everything could just be an internal neurological phenomenon. Surely it could be scientifically explained away.

But here's the thing--even if it's not True, even if I made it all up, this is the way I prefer to live. I've tried Belief, and I've tried Skepticism and Doubt and Agnoticism and Atheism, and Belief is way more joyful. It makes me way happier. It is such a rich and beautiful way to live. To feel that every thought, every word and act have meaning, have a higher purpose, fit in somehow with a grand scheme that is beyond your understanding, thrills me, inspires me, and reassures me all at once.

If I'm wrong--so what? I am a better, kinder person when I remember that I believe. I am more stable, more calm, more generous when I pray.