-God extends his hand out to a feeble misguided boy in rags and debris-
God:
Come young one, find haven within me, and there I shall provide you with milk and honey.
Come young one, find haven within me, and there I shall provide you with milk and honey.
I extended my hand out to him, and allowed him to raise me from my feet.
-500 years later-
-Lloyd stands on the left hand of God-
God: -Lloyd stands on the left hand of God-
My son, stray not from the path of righteousness, stray not from the side of the wise sheperd.
Lloyd:
But I must, for through these timeless years you have not proven to me that you exist. How can I believe in you when you leave me no clues? Do I go by faith alone? A hope untouched until the day I die, must my life be that way? A truth shrouded in nothing but words and ideal preaching.
-Lloyd cuts his faith in half with a double-edge sword-God:
Fledgling youth, have ye made his final decree?
Lloyd:
I cut the faith, didn't I? Shouldn't that say it all?
-The hand of God disinigrates into millions of particles of light and holy faith.-
Thereby, having fallen from faith, I dived into the river of time, lost in its limitless bounty and wandering. I continued to wander in its entirety, as I asked myself in the unnumbering years, "What is the meaning of Life?"
And in my years of inquisition, there came to me, another mother who reached out her hand and said, "Would you like to know the true purpose of life in all its infinency?"
I stuck my hand out to her, and she pulled me up from the water.
She was the seeker of truth...
Caretaker of reasoning...
amd Worshipper of logic.
She called herself the Godkiller.
...And so, as I took her hand, I no longer was the Gentle Idealist, but rather, the Gentle Rationalist.
One who seeks evidence in truth.
And that is my life's story.
the Journal says: Amen
