Hallelujah.

I think that there's a god, or at least some kind of cosmic force. I am consistently bombarded with humor and coincidence that keeps me convinced. I'm not saying that there's a big dude in the sky watching our every move and passing us along his little plan. That's stupid. I understand that some people believe that, and you have every right to, just like I have every right to call you sheep.

I don't worship a shepherd. I worship an amalgamation of life and existence. I worship that which holds everything together. I worship the innate divinity in being, because we are all just bits of energy, just atoms, made of groups of electrical charges, organized into unfathomable complexity for one purpose: to be, exactly as we are.

The purpose of life is to be human. Accepting this truth is the path to salvation. Salvation is nothing but the ability to accept life, to live without causing harm, to bring your soul to harmony with the world. Salvation is realizing that life is innately strange, dirty, and absurd, and if anything, should be made fun of. If you need proof, I submit the Duck Billed Platypus. No reason for that. Salvation is being, in every possible sense.

These things I say can be accepted by those of any faith, and those of antifaith. That which I have stated is what I have faith in: There is some kind of governing force, that the purpose of life is to discover the truth, and that the salvation entailed involves perfect acceptance while living. And that, most importantly, life is an odd little game, comprised of improbability and infinite wonder.

Most of what I discuss on Fridays henceforth will be of a speculatory nature, but it would not be fair to you if I did not explicitly state where I stand.

Have a good time.