I loved what the monk wrote. «a few words together and don’t try to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway» … those words spoke to me in a special way. I don’t have any problems with my faith, even though I can’t be labelled Catholic, Protestant, Jewish or any other of the world’s greatest religions. Watching the rhythm of the tide, the rocks on the beach, the first crocus of Spring, a newborn baby …. and perhaps most importantly; my own consciousness … that I know that I am I (does that make sense?), the list could go on.. but to me, that’s as much of a religious experience as a visit to a church. The miracle of life. I can tell good from evil … whether that was inborn or learnt … I don’t know. Perhaps there’s a «god gene»?! … I wouldn’t know that either but does all this really matter?! We human beings tend to spend great amounts of energy on discussions leading nowhere. Discussing religion would be like discussing what colour the wind has. I strive for some peace of mind, I do pay attention and I live my life as best as I can. My faith is simple, and I don’t believe that it takes a lot of studies to believe in G-d.
Loved the analogy about the cars and the Harleys 