Faith, and faithfulness.

I was reading this book some time back. I stopped at some point in the middle and I quit reading it. I had been reading it over a period of many months last year when it was recommended to me.

The guy propositions us not to believe in anything and says all that we know of religion is myths and fictions. I was in argument as I was reading that and his essay of why he thinks that all of life is happenstance that comes via evolution.

With no rationalised exploration of origin. The origin of life. In its many and vast forms, aside from human life. Nothing, he says nothing of whence all that came from.

My belief is in God, and thats my present spiritual exploration. Because everything else which is logic and science fails to explain why and how we are here.

So I choose this faith, and faithfulness, which in itself becomes a path of personal understanding, and perhaps a deep mystery. But if it is a myth, it does leave me comfortable that noone who is alive knows any better than another.

We are all searching.