I believe ...in truth

I believe in truth. I believe that it is constant and absolute. I believe that it is infinite and impossible to fully comprehend.



I believe in truth and I am angry, angry at hate masked as righteousness. Angry at ignorance masked as some sort of purity. Angry at the injustice brought on by apathy. There is truth, I know this because I see it's impact. I know there is truth because I see that every person needs love and tends toward fear instead. I know there is truth because of a deep set belief that the universe and everything in it was made to function perfectly, and yet we as humanity screw it up because we act as though we fully understand how things should be.



Tonight I was driving pondering my family and my career. Neither are great success stories, unless you count the idea of struggling through adversity to maintain hope and make steady progress in uncharted waters. But I wasn't thinking about that, I was thinking how both make me feel worthless. I have not had great explosions of conventional success and am about to go through yet another process of surmounting obstacles outside my control. So the only logical thought that remained was that I never will have a good relationship with my family and I never will have a good job I love that pays a decent wage and therefore, I may as well give up now on hope, life and any chance at love.



Then I met my nephew, Solomon Mack Henley, born 3am last night, and holding him realized that part of why I exist is for him, to give an alternate perspective to the codified prejudice that will be taught to him by my family and their friends. Of course, this still represents yet another thankless, unending struggle.

While in Puyallup, I joined 2 of my oldest friends Paul and Rachael for cookies, tea, a movie and conversation. Cookie was an indulgence I rarely enjoy, tea was soothing and the movie was fascinating. We viewed Across the Universe with the hot Jim Sturgess. It strings Beatles songs together with an inverted relationship of story and emotion. While it's overall perfection is questionable, I loved it. The clips are all from the movie. What followed was a brilliant conversation that amounted to... we are not alone, we do not have it figured out and how great is it that we can talk about it.



At the end of this long day, I remain convinced that truth is real, that it is abused by those who claim it and that it is beautiful to those who won't accept anything less.