The Life of Pi

"Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?"

"It is not atheists who get stuck in my craw, but agnostics. Doubt is useful for a while. We must all pass through the garden of Gethsemane. If Christ played with doubt, so must we. If Christ spent an anguished night in prayer, if He burst out from the Cross, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" then surely we are also permitted to doubt. But we must move on. To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation."

"Atheists are my brothers and sisters of a different faith, and every word they speak speaks of faith. Like me, they go as far as the legs of reason will carry them -- and then they leap."

"I can well imagine an atheist's last words: "White, white! L-L-Love! My God!"--and the deathbed leap of faith. Whereas the agnostic, if he stays true to his reasonable self, if he stays beholden to dry, yeastless factuality, might try to explain the warm light bathing him by saying, "Possibly a f-f-failing oxygenation of the b-b-brain" and, to the very end, lack imagination and miss the better story."

A good book with some very good quotes. Heartwarming- in a depressing, drawn out way. He's been compared to Hemingway but I think that's unfair to both of them.
Also I may or may not be seeing NYC over spring break. There was some fortuitous cosmic scheduling so we shall see. Cross your fingers and/or selves for me, because I would love to take a trip so long as it doesn't include Amtrak or Greyhound. I am still not on speaking terms with either system. The retail vortex which I am paid to let corrode my existence has a whole bunch of free stuff this past week. I have come home with innumerable post-it pads, hilighters, semi-awful pens in nice colours, and decent pens in boring colours.
Lahdee. dah. I wanted to post something interesting, since I haven't had the most compelling stories lately excepting a few mishaps, hence the quotes. It is sad to not have some fantastic insights or drama to talk about though. Minus the drama I guess, because if there was I wouldn't post it anyway. I would just tell one of you directly. Except Benjamin because he is inacessable 97.876% of the time. And for no good reasons, like detainment in Botswana and black market kumquat dealings. Natalie is buried under a pile of books and dead scientists and numbers that people made up, but she at least sends a flare every now and then.
And what? I've started eating out a bit more often, partly because there seems to be very little to eat at home at any given time and partly because I like having leftovers to eat later on. Except fries. They are awful when reheated. I re-discover that every time.
Yesterday I went to lunch with interesting company and it reminded me of my ice cream melting before I finished it at Lisa's house. I kept thinking and forgetting to eat. There was another one of those fantastic spontaneous downpours though.
Still no sewing machine, though we nearly got one at Walmart and again nearly got one after church in Jacksonville, but we didn't know where Tuesday Morning was. I love Tuesday Morning. Wednesday is still my favourite day of the week, but Tuesday Morning is such a nice name for a store. There's a sweet, lyrical quality to it.
Mais maintenant j'ai faim. Je pense que Ma mere et moi, nous irons a taco bell. J'ai voulu voir si je pourrais. Je ne peux pas. Le futur temps, c'est.... eugh. Et le passe aussi. Je suis une etudiant tres mal quand je l'etudie.
None of the accents wanted to work, so that at least is not my own failing. If nothing else. Anyhow. Hungry, &tc.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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