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I woke up this morning to find that my brand new motorcycle had been stolen while I was asleep. This obviously makes for a bad day. But the strangest part of the day is that I didn't really even get that upset. I found myself to be more sad than anything. I found my thoughts drifting off to those times when we were young and careless. When a girls face would captivate us and even the slightest amount of attention from her would make us fly high. The times when we could play in the dirt and when the box that a present came in was more fun to play with than the gift. I thought of them and missed them dearly. I am sad today that during the most vulnerable times of our lives we can never be sure that there is not someone lying in wait to hurt us, to take from us, to cause us harm. I am sad that so much of my identity was becoming wrapped up in that machine and sad that that machine made me feel so alive. I am sad that I am sitting alone in my apartment tonight. That no one will kiss or hug me good night or be there when I wake up. How strange a circumstance that I would be sad and alone on the longest day of the year.

Since when did it become a crime to change your mind.

It seems like every time I run into someone that knew me when I was a religious Fundy and they find out that I have a radically different view point they look at me like I've just forgotten to take my medication. I don't pretend to think that it is just the right wingers or Fundy's that do this but they sure seem to be the ones that I run into the most that think I've completely lost control.

Isn't this the natural process of things? You think something, you take in information, and then based on that information you adjust, discard, and/or create beliefs based on the new information. Is there something more that we are capable of then the best we can with what we have?

I remember hearing growing up in church how important it was to know what you believe and why. What they didn't tell you was the underlying expectation that you were not supposed to deviate from that belief (ignoring the problem of contents of belief). Even the most minor deviation was looked upon like a gateway drug. They were the marijuana that, as a rule, always leads to meth addictions and gay prostitution. Seriously, this house of cards theology has got to go. Having to hold on to everything you have or rework the whole shebang is way too stressful for a normal human being.

Never changing your mind would be a wonderful idea if we lived in a static world where nothing happened that didn't always happen. But unfortunately for some, the reality is that our world is dynamic and always changing and hard fast rules about anything inevitably come into question and the only sane thing to do is to re-evaluate and, God forbid, change our minds.