From the title of this blog, you probably think that I’ll be discussing the supernatural or the occult or something of that nature.  Rest assured, I am not.

But regardless of what direction this blog is headed in, you can probably surmise that, based on the title, I’m feeling some kind of way.

To be clear, 2019 has not been kind to me.  In fact, it would be fair to say that this year has been pretty monstrous.  I know that this probably makes me sound as if I’m a very ungrateful person since I’m alive and relatively healthy, all things considered.  But trust me, nothing could be further from the truth.

I appreciate life—my life in particular.  And I try to take nothing and no one for granted.  Be that as it may, I can’t help but feel like this year is already a bust.  You see, 2019 is the year that virtually everybody—everyone dear to me—died.

I mean, it’s only May and I’ve already lost enough friends and family to last a lifetime!  With that revelation, I don’t know what to do with myself.

I know in my mind that I have to go on with my life.  I have to pick up and keep moving forward.  However, in my heart, I am totally devastated.  I’m just going through the motions because I don’t have a choice.

Bills continue to mount.  Chores continue to require my attention.  And the sad reality is that the overwhelming responsibilities of everyday life don’t take a day off.

Truthfully, I feel as if I’m in a dream state, not truly awake and aware.  I’m just holding on by a thread, hoping that one day I’ll wake up from this nightmare!  Then, it will all be over.

And the blessed sleep that I used to depend on—that used to be my good friend—hasn’t been much of a friend at all lately.  It’s been a bit more AWOL than I remember.  And, when I do sleep, I dream dreams about my fallen friends and family members only to wake up sweaty and disoriented.  And then, to my utter chagrin, I find out that my dream was just a dream…and the people I love are still gone.  Over and over again…daily, I find this out.

So, my many wounds don’t get to heal.  In fact, every time a scab even remotely starts to form, it’s as if it gets snatched right off.  I wake up and I’m still here.  I’m back on ugly Earth.

It’s clear to me that I am sad.  I am truly, truly sad down in my soul.  However, I don’t want to burden my remaining friends and family members with my sadness.  So, I’m trying really hard to act as if nothing is wrong because I really don’t want them to worry.  After all, life is too short to worry.

So, I hope you don’t mind if I confide in you; if I tell you how devastated I really am; if I cry on your shoulder; and, scream on paper to you/at you.

I vehemently apologize for doing so, but I have to get this out!  I can’t keep it bottled up much longer.  It’s neither practical nor healthy to do so.

I just need to know that you are there…for me.  I just need to feel supported and understood.  Can you do that for me?  Would you do that for me?

Can anybody hear me?

 

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Today, I have so much to write about that I don’t even know where to begin.

So much is happening so rapidly on this planet, in my family and in my personal life that as soon as I am certain that I want to write about THIS, THAT happens…and suddenly my entire course is changed.  Next thing I know, I’m writing about an ex, a horrible movie or the moon.

Oddly enough, I feel just as passionate about THIS as I feel about THAT.  How can that be?  You would think I would feel a pull SOMEwhere at SOME point!  But no.  Before long, I realize I haven’t chosen any topic and, to make matters worse, my self-imposed deadline for writing my blog is riding me like a pony.

Maybe that should be my topic?

Maybe I should write about how I drive myself crazy trying to adhere to a non-existent deadline that I created?  That should be interesting/entertaining for at least two to three lines, right?  However, I’m just not feeling it.

Maybe I should write about all the bombings, fires etc., that are dominating the daily News?  But, what more can I say about them that hasn’t already been said and said and said yet again?

Heck, by this point, even all the conspiracy theorists have already spoken.  Some have spoken more compellingly than others, but they’ve all had something to say.  Truth be told, I’m actually tired of hearing about them.  I hope I don’t come across as uncaring.  I do care; I really do.  But, enough is enough!

I’m also tired of feeling overwhelmed by all of the related details.  I’m tired of trying to categorize the latest tragic events in my head in order to make sense of them.  I’m tired of feeling like this next situation is going to be the thing that sets off the Apocalypse.  I’m tired of wondering where people’s heads are and how they think this is good or right.  I think it’s safe to say that I’m ODing on doom and gloom!

So, maybe I should steer away from tragedy?  Maybe I should write about something less ominous?  Maybe I should write about something happy?

But what?

Everything happening right now is ominous.  Nothing is lighthearted anymore.  In fact, I can’t even think of a lot of things that makes me happy long enough to forget the overwhelming sorrow that chases me daily.

So, I eat; I watch movies; I watch TV.  But with the news being what it is I try to steer clear of aggravating programs.  Unfortunately, this includes all awards programming such as the Grammy’s, the Oscars, etc., as well as the so-called “reality TV” genre.  But it seems like that’s not enough.  Lately, even the NFL draft has been getting on my nerves.

So what’s a girl to do?

Maybe, I should write about writing?  Yes. I can offer more than a few pointers on how to get your point across effectively.  I know a bit about that.

But just like the other topics I’ve already mentioned, I’m not feeling this one either.

Maybe I’m a little depressed!   Maybe I should write about that?  But I’m not really prepared to discuss depression whether real or imagined.

So, maybe I’m not depressed enough to write about depression?  Maybe I’m just sad…today?  Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow?

Maybe tomorrow I’ll write about beautiful, blue skies and cotton candy.  Who knows?  Who cares?

Can anybody hear me?

In the News last week:  Jussie Smollett

In the News this week:  Jussie Smollett.

In the News next week (you’ll never guess):  Jussie Smollett.

In fact, week after week after week after week:  The Misadventures of Jussie Smollett is THE news…to my utter dismay.

What can I say?!  I am so tired of hearing about Jussie Smollett, his arrest, his hoax, his release, his existence and anything else to do with him at this point.  In fact, hearing his name makes me sigh involuntarily.

Don’t get me wrong; it’s not that I am not a fan or that I am a fan or that I have ever been or not been a fan.  Truth is, I’ve not seen one episode of Empire…and have no plans to change that anytime soon.  Thus, I have no particular attachment, emotion or loyalty to him, the show or to his character.  For me, the problem is simple…the overkill.  Enough already!

From the outset of this ‘made for TV’ spectacle, it was clear that whatever had taken place (or had not taken place as the case seems to be) would be played out in the media and not in a courtroom.

Remember courtrooms?

You may have heard of them.  They are places where potentially criminal cases are tried in front of a judge and jury, with one side mounting a defense and the other prosecuting.  I hear they’re really big overseas.  And, at one point, they used to be big here too…before they were replaced by a jury of social media.

At this point, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the Nigerian brothers (somehow easily confused with white attackers) who were supposedly hired by him to commit the alleged “crime.”   Now, they would have us believe that the “brothers” had been hired by Smollett himself and paid via check (of all payment methods available today).  Seriously?  A check?

I’m surprised they didn’t try to convince people the “memo” section of the check stated “Payment for media hoax.”  I mean, why not?

Who on Earth would pay for any such services with a check in 2019?  Could anyone possibly be that stupid in this age of CSI (and the like)?  Why are we even considering this foolishness?

Wait a minute…

With that last question, I’m left with an even more horrific thought.  While the country was being entertained by this and other tomfoolery, what other, way more important things were taking place behind the scenes?

What programs were being cut, what leaders were being ousted, what ordinary citizens were starving, homeless, jobless, being killed, etc. while we were ODing on foolishness?

Frankly, this felt a little too much like a daytime soap opera being presented as something actually newsworthy.  To be honest, I’m tired of entertainment being called news.  Let’s face it, Jussie Smollett’s case is not new or news!  In fact, it is quite typical.  Imagine a black man being targeted, mistreated or beaten by racist whites in America?  Now imagine that case being ruled unsolvable or some kind of figment? I mean, is any of that really farfetched?

Regardless of that, shouldn’t news provide useful information about current events that will affect the viewer…instead of gossip, innuendo and/or propaganda aimed at keeping us entertained rather than informed?

Shouldn’t major issues of politics and international relations and trade be always be pushed to the forefront of people’s minds?

Shouldn’t I be able to turn on the television or go online and immediately find out what I need to know about the world around me?

Who is dating whom in Hollywood or some Dynasty level drama isn’t exactly what I had in mind.  How about you?

Has anybody else had enough of this madness?

Can anybody hear me?

Has anyone else noticed that the negative behaviors of a few black people determine how the entire race of black people is globally perceived yet the same is not true for other races of people?

In other words, why aren’t all other races judged according to the lowest members of their race?  Why is that reserved for black people…and why does it happen at all?

Why aren’t white people in America defined by Charles Manson, Ted Bundy, Timothy McVeigh and a host of others too numerous to write about?

Why do they get to brush their bad individuals (both past and present) aside and keep positive members of the white race at the forefront while blacks are forced to carry current and historical bad members of the black race on their backs…even if their alleged crimes/actions pale by comparison to those actually committed by whites?

Why are blacks tasked to “live down” the embarrassment and shame associated with being members of the same race of any notorious black person whether directly related or not while whites are allowed to disassociate and, even worse, harshly judge other races of people as if they are somehow above reproach?

Why do black people have to constantly prove that they, individually, are one of the “good ones” and qualified, talented, moral and trustworthy enough, while other races, white people in particular, are just assumed to be so?

On the flipside, how come white people don’t feel confined/stigmatized/represented by the same or worse behaviors of members of their own race?

Where is the overall embarrassment by white people for people like BTK, Jeffrey Dahmer, the KKK etc., being members of the white race?

Meanwhile, Blacks are made to feel bad about organizing/listening to groups/individuals like the Black Panthers, Louis Farrakhan and Al Sharpton…even though they have never killed anyone?

Why, if this is a truly a nation of opportunity and innovation, do negative black people such as the DC Sniper got plenty of media time while black inventors, educators, etc., remain (if you’ll pardon the pun) hidden figures?

Why is this?

To keep this line of questioning going, why is it that if blacks like OJ Simpson are found not guilty in the penal justice system, they are still supposed to behave as if they are guilty so as not to offend white people because…or else find themselves subject to judicial manipulation/rule changes that impact their freedom regardless of the verdict?

Why are so many white people, like the Affluenza teen, who are actually found guilty of actual crimes allowed to be arrogant in their criminality?

Why are white people like Dylan Roof and others like him allowed to hide behind mental illness as an excuse for their actual guilt/racist/white supremacist behavior while blacks who commit lesser crimes are labeled as demonic and extended no sympathy?

Why is that?

While we’re at it, why are blacks supposed to be harder on each other than whites are on their own?

For example, why are blacks supposed to abandon Cosby who is 82 years old and in prison, yet, whites aren’t expected to do the same with Weinstein?  Hefner?  Clinton?  Trump?

Are these white men a credit to their race any more than Cosby is to the black race?

Why is there a surge in incidents of white people calling the police on black people for performing everyday tasks like walking around, buying coffee, etc. and no surge of outrage from supposedly God-fearing, morally upstanding whites?

Why is there no outrage from those who claim to be pro-life and love people following the random shooting of unarmed blacks ranging from 12 years of age to senior status by law enforcement?

Where’s the white outrage?

Remember Sandra Bland?

Where’s the white feminist outrage?

Yet, white America would have us to believe that this is post racial America and that blacks can actually be racist?

Why would we ever believe that foolishness?

Can anybody hear me?

Was it just me or was there just not enough public outrage over the shutdown—partial or otherwise—of the federal government?

I mean, I saw people crying about their conditions, begging for the government to reopen and, in some of the most saddening cases, tearfully accepting assistance from food banks or charities just to make it.  But, even in the face of uncertainty and humiliation, overall, people were just a little too reserved.

Now I’m not advocating violence or anything crazy like that but, what better time to at least speak truth to power than the shutdown…a shutdown that was punctuated by a President of the United States so out of touch with poverty, not to mention reality, that he suggested that those affected by the shutdown simply explain their situation to their local supermarket managers to receive assistance (when simply being escorted from the premises is the much more likely scenario)?

If that were not enough, to add further insult to injury, it was actually suggested at one point that those affected take out loans.

How many more shots can anyone be expected to take?

I mean, what else did they have to lose?

House, car, food, utilities, kids in college depending on parental assistance, etc., were already jeopardized.

Why not speak up?  Why not yell from the rooftops?

Of interest to me is that Trump remained relatively popular and supported even after a devastating 30+ days of government shutdown (which, by the way, affected everyone and not just government workers).

I mean, I wasn’t expecting torches and pitchforks, but I was at least expecting some kind of mass mutiny from Trump’s poor white base.  Instead, they didn’t seem to mind suffering just as long as poor blacks were suffering too (to say nothing of getting that wall to keep all those nasty, brown people out).  And just forget about Trump’s campaign promise that Mexico would pay for the Wall!  His base totally put that aside without further ado.

It made me wonder how this could be.  But, more than that, it brought back to my mind the question of how a rich white man could have ever been chosen by poor whites to represent them in the first place?  How did they convince themselves that he could…much less, would?

Then it dawned on me.

I asked myself, who benefits the most from poor whites blaming/fighting and protesting against poor blacks and Hispanics as if they are directly or indirectly responsible for their impoverished state of being?

The answer?

How about the wealthy white one percent who benefit by getting the impoverished majority to battle each other while never focusing on them?

Think about it!  What would happen to them if all the underrepresented groups ever joined forces?

Maybe that mass mutiny I spoke of earlier…complete with torches and pitchforks?

Can anybody hear me?

As another year comes to an end, I find myself experiencing an emotion that I feel almost every year now.  In fact, as far back as I can remember, I’ve felt the same way year after year.  The funny thing is, despite what I just said, I can barely even remember what actually took place during the year.

Don’t misunderstand.  This isn’t a memory issue—this time.  I remember eating, sleeping, praying, shopping, working, cleaning, eating, writing, reading, eating…but not necessarily in that order.  You get the point.

But, here’s the thing, what I don’t remember is having any particular feelings associated with these actions.  How can that be?

How could I have vivid memories of the actions but not feel any more about them than I do throwing a napkin away?

You might be saying, so what?  If you are, does that mean you do remember?  Does it mean that you don’t remember either or that you really don’t care?  That’s fine either way.  But, I really want to know if anybody else has forgotten or if it’s just me?  And, more than that, is this how it’s supposed to be?

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I don’t feel sad or even depressed.  But, I can’t say that I feel happy either.  And, that’s almost the problem!

Aren’t I supposed to feel something?  All the time?  Most of the time?  Sometimes?

Shouldn’t I know which one I’m feeling at any given time?  Does anybody know or are the people who seem to know just faking?  Or maybe pretending is a better word?  Acting like they think they are supposed to act?

To be clear, I find myself completing the actions I did mention with proficiency, but it’s almost like a checklist.  I’m borderline robotic.

In fact, I seem to get the most satisfaction from completing the listed task (and thus checking it off for a time) rather than from participating in any of them.

Now that I think about it, the fact that I refer to them as tasks is probably cause for some of my uneasiness and concern.

When did life become just a series of tasks to complete?

On the flip side, I could be making more of the situation than it warrants.  Maybe I’m just an ordinary, everyday person who feels like every other ordinary, everyday person who is simply trying to confirm my ordinary, everyday status in a world where the ordinary and the everyday is always under attack for not being extraordinary.

But, what does extraordinary really mean?   Would I perform my tasks with a smile, if I were more extraordinary?

I don’t know but, I’m sure willing to give it a try!

Can anybody hear me?

Ok, let’s try this again.

Say it with me:  Black people cannot be racist.

That’s because racism is an all encompassing, global, socio-political system put in place with the intent to elevate the white races of people on the planet while simultaneously destroying the dark races of people on the planet.

You would think this would be a simple thing to grasp but, for some reason, it isn’t.  So, I’ve put together a cheat sheet to help clarify this subject.  I call it racism (white supremacy) for dummies)!

In a nutshell, black people can be racially biased.  This is akin to choosing a blue shirt over a red shirt to wear on any given day.  Even though the blue shirt was preferred, it is important to note that the red shirt was not harmed in any way, shape or form by this preference.

Conversely, with racism (white supremacy), the blue shirt is also preferred, however the red shirt is presented as inferior to the blue shirt by virtue of being red.  The red shirt is unfairly targeted, criticized and damaged using media, radio, books, etc.  The red shirt is not valued or maintained and does receive the care or opportunities allotted to the blue shirt.  In fact, the red shirt is slashed, torn, used as a dust rag, a dish cloth etc., while the blue shirt is treasured, treated kindly, represented in every arena as superior in quality. The result is the deliberate and calculated destruction of the red shirt.

Racism is not simply a negative comment from Rosanne, Meghan Kelly, the manager at Starbucks, etc.  These singular acts of racial superiority, while ugly, are being exploited in order to present racism as an individual or isolated act that can be committed by anyone, even black people.

This is grossly inaccurate and intended to deceive not only white people but blacks as well.

Again, racism requires the financial ability to institute and maintain socio-political systems in place that not only elevate your race but also strategically destroy another race of people in the process.

So you see, there is no real threat of black people being racist (in the reverse or otherwise).  That’s because racism (white supremacy) is a system (not an individual) that affects politics (voting), labor, employment/educational opportunities, fair housing/loans/credit (mortgage/car purchases), religious affiliations, everyday lifestyle (clothing/hairstyle and care choices) and entertainment.

Racism renders all other systems as moot because the laws/statues/rules of society, being created by racists, will inevitably caters to racists, such that even black elected/selected officials have no choice but to carry them out even to the continued peril of their own people.

And, history is filled with the tragic stories of those who have run afoul this well established system.

Can anybody hear me?

Even though the United States of America was built on and runs on racism/white supremacy as well as Dunkin, it is my belief that even the most committed racist and the most celebrated liberal can agree on one thing: that America was a better America before a Trump presidency.

To be fair to Donald Trump, he most certainly didn’t create or institute racism/white supremacy in America.  He didn’t even introduce the concepts into politics, in particular.

I think the under representation of blacks on SCOTUS, as POTUS and in every area of Government speaks for itself, to say nothing of their uneven treatment under established law.

But, even though racism/white supremacy is as American as apple pie, once upon a time, there existed such things as diplomacy, protocol and decorum.

Today, those things no longer exist.

Because of Trump’s unpresidential, unprofessional leadership and his inability to express himself on an adult level, it is now okay for everyone, regardless of age, rank or position of authority, to speak to each other and to the general public in any manner that they choose.  From the highly educated and intellectual to the utterly base and crass, it’s fair to say that today, anything goes!

And the more profane, the better. Sadly, the lower the comments and standards, the better the chance of winning the sought-after office.

And this is why a Trump presidency was a bad idea.  It’s not because he invented, rehashed or can even remotely eradicate or minimize racism/white supremacy or any of its associated ills.  He didn’t and he can’t.

It’s not even that he is any more racist/white supremacist than any other president.  In fact, if we’re honest, we will admit that racism/white supremacy never ended (or even waned) and, that it was especially egregious during the Obama administration.

No, it is solely because Trump ushered in poor manners, as well as rude, crude and socially unacceptable behavior.  He not only made these things popular, he made them IN in a way they never should have been.  This is why I take issue with him.

Television was already dominated by images and streams of fools parading their poor behavior and life choices around and being rewarded for it (and, in many cases, emulated).  But some areas, most notably politics, were at least free of that stain.  That is not the case anymore.

To put it simply, Trump made an already bad situation worse.  He made lowlife behavior not only acceptable in the low sphere, but fashionable in the higher areas!

Gone are the days that people actually gave thought to what they were going to say before they spoke.  Now, whatever comes to people’s mouths comes out before even making a pit stop at the brain.  Now, something as simple and straightforward as objective reality must bend to classlessness, lies and slander disguised as alternative points of view.

We can all agree that this should not be.  Can anybody hear me?

Ok, so a friend contacted me and asked if I would proofread a book they were working on…part of a series of publications.  This is not exactly Earth shattering since I had proofread all of the previous entries—somewhat proficiently if I do say so myself.  So, this was just another chapter, so to speak, in the series.

To be perfectly honest, the series was an enjoyable one.  It wasn’t one of those boring topics that made proofreading difficult.  In fact, I so approved of the content that I wished I had written it myself.  So, proofreading it was right up my alley.

Yet, when I received this latest entry, something strange happened.  I read part of it, got a headache, went to lie down and then completely forgot about it.  And I don’t mean I forgot about it for a few minutes.  Not for a day or two or even three. I didn’t/couldn’t resume proofreading the book until almost a month later!

In fact, I not only forgot that I was working on this particular proofreading assignment but, I totally forgot about/lost interest in almost everything else I was doing around that same time regardless of the topic!

Unbelievable!  I mean, who does that?

Not me!

But apparently me?

I thought I had gone totally insane until I spoke with my doctor and discovered that, not only was I not insane, but that that response was typical, especially during times of high stress, during moments where we over-extend ourselves, when we’re eating on the fly and/or when we’re eating poorly!

And, boy oh boy, was I high stressed.  In fact, I was four for four on that list!  My doctor explained that I had had so much going on that I simply shut down.  My body and brain just shut down like your computer does sometimes.  And just like with your computer, it can happen right in the middle of whatever it is you’re working on…regardless of whether you’ve saved your work or not.

Were there warning signs, you might ask?

Yes, there were signs.

To be perfectly honest, there were many signs that I, in hindsight, totally ignored.

Not only was I overwhelmed, but I was tired—often very exhausted during the day. If that wasn’t bad enough, I was eating whatever I got my hands on and I couldn’t even remember when I had last had a good night’s sleep.

Truth be told, I was totally neglecting myself without even knowing it.  So, my memory, among other things, was suffering.  As a result, my brain protected itself by shutting down.

Isn’t that something?

For me, it felt both good and bad.  On the one hand, it was good to know that I had a backup system already in place to keep me from total destruction. At the same time, however, it felt bad to know that it could kick in without permission.  Although I suppose that’s the beauty of it…not letting me destroy myself by forcing one more task.

Mentally refreshed but a little freaked out, I made a vow to myself.  Next time, I would pay attention to the signs before the crash.  I mean, I would certainly not want to be driving or operating machinery when my brain computer just shut down due to overload.  Changes had to be made.

With that, I promised to take better care of myself. I started doing light exercises and stretches, making better food choices and getting proper rest and relaxation.

And what a difference it has made.

I’ve lost a few pounds, I sleep better and I feel better than I have in a very long time.

Thus my “brain collapse” turned out to be a win-win for me and perhaps for those who commissioned my proofreading services.

Oh, by the way, you’ll be happy to know that I did finally complete that job and other backlogged assignments without further ado.  I was lucky that the author was gracious enough to extend time for me to recover.

My advice: Don’t wait until you fall down to take care of yourself.  It’s unfair to you, to your family, to your friends and really to everyone.

I know it sounds cliché but, before making a vow to be there for others, make a vow to yourself and keep it. I think we can all agree that everything works out better when you’re your best self.

Can anybody hear me?

Where does the line lie exactly?

Humor me for a moment.

If I walk in front of a speeding bus to demonstrate that I truly believe/am convinced that The Most High God will not let the bus harm me, is that a simultaneous demonstration of strong faith, presumption AND just plain stupidity or just one or two?

Okay, while some are, no doubt, calling it crazy, my guess is, of the listed choices, stupidity is winning in the polls.  Duly noted.

But let’s analyze the scenario for a second.  If He stops the bus from harming me, is that due to my faith or was it perhaps to avoid a hiccup in His own plans for my life?

Is it presumptuous of me to assume that I am, in any way, even remotely integral to any plans He has for His Kingdom or is it strong faith that I believe that I am?

On the flip side, if He doesn’t stop the bus from harming me, is it due to a lack of faith on my part or because it was presumptuous of me to deliberately walk in front of the bus in the first place?  Or was it simply my time to die?

Taking it further, if He doesn’t stop the bus from harming me, is it because I was not integral to His overall plans or because my death in that manner was what was called for to advance the kingdom?  Would it be presumptuous to believe even that?

I know, I know.  This scenario is rather dumb.  But take it other places.  If I apply for this job I think is right for me after praying about it, is that the Spirit moving me or my own voice parroting what I want to hear?  If I go out with this person who just sort of leapt into my path, is that God’s will for me, just coincidence or me leaning into my own wants?  Which part of my decision is faith and which part is me presuming to know God’s plan for me?  And how am I to know the difference?

Now, some people think none of this even matters.  In fact, some don’t even believe in God in the first place.  And others seem to cling to that outdated “old man in the sky” ideology.  The line between faith and presumption (which can also tie into stupidity) may not be important to them, but to those of faith, these questions are the ones we contend with every day.

Sidebar note:  Is this because they don’t have any faith, have too much faith in their own intellect or because they presume that they are correct in their beliefs?

Sidebar to the sidebar note:  I find this to be particularly true with those in higher education!  Somehow, a textbook that changes every year trumps a holy book that doesn’t.

Is it possible to educate yourself (and others) into faithlessness based on the presumption of your correctness?

Should faith ever be based upon your ability to prove to yourself that you could not possibly be incorrect?

Is that contrary to what faith is or is supposed to be?

I’m aware that many others may indeed say none of this really matters but, I think it does!

What if they’re right, you say?  World keeps spinning, sun keeps rising.

But, here’s the thing, what if I am?

Can anybody hear me?