roninmakeswaffles

This is not our war. I think it's the first time I've ever really thought about it using a solid rational base. We can't win this. No matter how strong we are, no matter how much we can overcome, we will always succumb in the end. We cannot win. I guess that's the point, isn't it? If we could win, we'd become self-righteous. It's a built-in safeguard so we don't destroy ourselves and those we love. Heh. I guess if we could fix everything, it wouldn't help at all, because there'd always be the one that liked things broken. Hmm. This is the point where I'd type "Oh well." or "Such is life.", or simply ramble to a nonconclusive end. I'm so

So. It's over. I can't help but ask, "Wait, that was it? That was Creation?" "That wasn't as great as everybody seems to think it is." I'll be honest. A lot of people talked about how Creation put them on a high, and how awesome it was, and how powerful. Maybe it was. I don't really know. It felt like another week, except louder. I keep asking questions. I haven't had an answer in a long time, but I've had so many questions that they all pile up inside my head and drown out any answers I might be getting. I question my church's doctrine. I question my friends' churches doctrines. I question doctrines in general. I question predestination.