I didn't hear a thing from that person that I tried to contact - shame.
Ho hum, life goes on.
I find that those nearest to me need support and yet I feel as if I might be as useful as a chocolate goose - whatever, I still seem to do some good and that is... good.
The more I dig into life the more I find about the effect of faith and belief on others - I begin to appreciate the value to others. That is, more than the "understanding" that I had, the plain fact that faith was of value like knowing that some people like cheese. I now begin to really see the power of it and begin to loose my disdain.
It is the faith itself that is of value - the faith in the right and the wrong.
So where does it go wrong?
Well, isn't that obvious?
Its when one person's faith says that another person's faith is wrong.
I wondered where the need for a psychological crutch came from - but perhaps we all have it. For some it is religious belief, or political dogma, or obsession with sport - for some we immerse ourselves in drugs and loud music.
My belief is that its is wise to choose a faith that exists within a context that provides for a good, fun and entertaining life that does not, by its strictures and restrictions, limit the enjoyment, fun and entertainment of others.
Thats hardly a new thought: the only thing prevented should be that which limits the freedom of others to act however they want provided they don't act in a way that limits the freedom of others to act however they want provided they eat ice cream and get into boppy music.
Enough extraordinary wisdom from me.
Take care flowers, Pxx
