trevorbruttenholm
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- Sep 27, 2005
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Newbie here. For the past few days I've been pouring over the extensive info found on the JoS website, and I have to say, most of it makes an awful lot of sense. I am a young man, still a student, and I have been without faith for some time. The theological conflict between that of blissful ignorance brought from empty hope and that of absolute philosophy, (which has no room for faith), has done nothing for me but burden my soul with unwanted angst and depression. But now, for the first time in what seems like a very long time, I can feel the crackling energy of love flowing through me. I have yet to make the actual commitment, but I have an earnest feeling that this is the proper path for me.
There is but one problem, and that is doubt. It is the one thing that has the power to destroy everything, and my staunch, critical methodologies always left room for doubt. Nothing was right and everything was wrong. There was no answer and humanity was forever lost in its own worthless self-pity. I felt no love for myself, my family, and certainly not for the human race. Because anything has the possibility to be wrong, that there is always a simple, mundane explanation behind exciting phenomena, I keep having doubts over the sensations I've been experiencing and my unusual enlightened mood. How do I know that I'm not undergoing self-hypnosis; that my sub-contious desire to be loved and to understand a very confusing world isn't forcing my brain to produce its own fabricated reality.
A part of me is desperately telling me to just give in and let it take over, that my life will finally gain the direction and focus it so desperately needs, but the analytical half of my brain remains supreme, filling me the all powerful and all consuming doubt.
There is but one problem, and that is doubt. It is the one thing that has the power to destroy everything, and my staunch, critical methodologies always left room for doubt. Nothing was right and everything was wrong. There was no answer and humanity was forever lost in its own worthless self-pity. I felt no love for myself, my family, and certainly not for the human race. Because anything has the possibility to be wrong, that there is always a simple, mundane explanation behind exciting phenomena, I keep having doubts over the sensations I've been experiencing and my unusual enlightened mood. How do I know that I'm not undergoing self-hypnosis; that my sub-contious desire to be loved and to understand a very confusing world isn't forcing my brain to produce its own fabricated reality.
A part of me is desperately telling me to just give in and let it take over, that my life will finally gain the direction and focus it so desperately needs, but the analytical half of my brain remains supreme, filling me the all powerful and all consuming doubt.