Tuesday, August 4, 2009

She said this, with pictures of cats on her t-shirt

I am in search of a reason.
The reason.
Reason.
Maybe there is no reason, maybe there aren't any at all.
Fabricating, elaborating? On the detriments of prior instances...
Although, doesn't reason equate to validity?

Faith holds nothing.
No truth.
No stability.
Only probability.
Faith holds seats for accidents and intentional mess and chaos; pain.
I am not in search of any of the above, am I then faithless?

Faith is finicky.

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