After watching Madonna's new concert documentary, I realized that, although I enjoyed it a ton, I realized that my dislike for parts of it was stronger than my like for the whole thing in general. As Todd knows, I loves me some Maddy (I used to call her that when I was in college; were close that way). But for some reason, I am a bit tired of her cult-ballah blabber. Yeah, yeah, it's not a relgion. It's Jewish mysticism. Yeah, yeah, you think there is a god. Believe in the light. Just do it on your own. You're no better than a televangelist asking me to believe that God will heal me if I do as he says. It's still all preaching and worshipping. It's all still a constant search for an answer to your existence. Boy, it would really suck if there wasn't an answer and you spent your entire friggin' life trying to find one.

What I do believe is that you have the right to worship/believe/live by any standard you have as long as you understand that your actions take on a consequence to those immediately around you AND as long as you understand that you chose to have that belief AND as long as you understand that people have to make their own choices AND as long as you are not perpetuating any harm to anyone else.

Which leads me to the last sentence of my first paragraph: what if there are no answers to the questions you have? What if there is nothing to find in your search? What if the purpose of life is just to live as best as you can? And what if, just what if, all you have is all you will ever have?

If you ask me, that really isn't so bad. Later.  ¶ 11:30 PM