The J-Spot

So much that I do not know… Image by 1tamara2 from Pixabay and Unsplash | edited by the author Being raised in a family who didn’t regularly attend church, I had no solid foundation for understanding what exactly my spirit was made of. Dinner-time prayer, grade-school, holiday church visits with the grandparents, and a healthy upbringing encouraged my growth physically, but only gently suggested that I should ever ask the big questions. I never remember anyone trying to tell me what I should believe, well, except for strangers. Interesting concept, that. If you really think about it, aren’t those people who try and tell you what you should believe the ones that you keep at arms length, or eventually push away? Maybe we make them strangers for our own good? Perhaps, because they are strange. Recently, I was sitting with my teenage daughter and having a discussion about how life can get repetitive, and in-turn look boring. But I was iterating that the repetition is still jus...

 If you knew the truth, you would have absolutely no opinion of it. As a matter of fact, and I am speaking entirely with the language of a world that opinion has manufactured, you could not know the truth otherwise. In truth, there is no matter, and there are no facts. I find it laughable that lying has become one of the most unacceptable and punishable actions of mankind. I don’t condone lying, but rather would like to point out, that there isn’t a person alive who has not lied for good reason. I’m not speaking of personal gain, but in a way, self-preservation does play a part. Most white lies are done in the name of relationships. This doesn’t mean merely to save them ! In fact, sometimes, it is to solidify them, and to give them deeper meaning. The prime example would be when God lied to himself. Oh, Oh, Oh! Blasphemy, you say? But, If it weren’t for that little fib, none of this would exist! What? Do you think God is not a great storyteller? He may not have...