Some bold statements.

My mother is currently confused by the instructions on how to serve a ready-to-serve lemon meringue pie. Is it then really such a mystery as to why my baking skills are sub-par at best???

Anyway. You know what I love?

Perspective.

See, this guy has real problems. Thank you for the reality check, National Geographic.

Reality checks are in no short supply for me at the moment. I attended the EQUIP conference over the weekend and received a (much needed) kick up the butt. It's funny though, the one thing that has really stuck with me didn't come from a platform speaker, but from a friend who was recalling what she learnt at an elective I didn't go to. Hers was titled Pride and Prejudice and in terms of pride, she shared with me that self-pity is in fact a form of pride. You see while you are wallowing away in your own tragedy, you are in fact saying: my sacrifice is great and taking the glory due to God.

I've fallen victim to this inward thinking lately as I consider my past and my future. I've been wallowing in my circumstances, discontent yet unwilling to move forward.

Blogosphere, I must tell you, I have reached the end of my tether. I cannot and I will not complete this degree. I cannot spend the next two years trying to prove a point. I cannot study for the sake of it. I don't know where to next but 4 years of this is quite enough. I'm finished.

Why are titles necessary anyway.

Sometimes ignorance really is bliss. Especially when I seem to want to push my curiosity to heights of self-inflicted torture. Curse you, Internet and your voyeuristic inclinations that leave me floundering and wishing I could be more.

Meanwhile, I have nothing to say on Hume. Later, I may attempt to rip into Anthropology. Quite literally.

If I weren't a Christian I think I'd be a disciple of Camus. How timely that our study of Ecclesiastes should coincide with my deepening interest in existentialism.

I've tried to push God out of the picture. Camus and Sartre tried, they were brave enough to push this possibility to the brink and they saw a glimpse of the world they proposed. Yet they concluded that in the meaninglessness they must continue to live. I almost admire the utterly illogical conclusions arrived at by the greatest minds of human history.

To live is meaningless, and yet all agree that we must. We must be moral, but not because it really means anything, but for morality's sake.

Like little children who have stuck their fingers in their ears, humming loudly to themselves, dancing around in a circle, drowning out that which they don't want to hear.

No you cannot comprehend God. No you cannot reason him into existence. If he is God, he is greater than you. The arrogance of humans continues to astound me. If he were a God we were able to fully grasp, he would be no God at all.

I know he is God. I tried to push him away and I couldn't do it.