How wonderful it is to consider a god who created all of us out of love, and crafted this beautiful universe for our enjoyment. Who has reserved for us another existence consisting of the purest of eternal pleasures, provided we accept him into our hearts.  Such a belief gives one a feeling of warmth, of security.  We will one day reconnect with loved ones we’ve lost, and the pain, toil, strife, and struggles of our short lives will be replaced by eternal bliss.

Yet still, I do and forever will derive vastly more pleasure from the immersion of my conscious thought into the beauty of the world we ACTUALLY live in.  From pondering the complexities of a single cell, the rich biodiversity of life that can be encountered merely by turning over a small log, that everything we know, including ourselves, is made from the remnants of stars.  From my failure to comprehend the scale of our universe, no matter how hard I try, and similarly to contemplate the tininess and elegant structure of a single atom, yet know there are things still unimaginably smaller.

Our world is so rich with complexity that we will never solve every mystery.  In a world such as this, why do we need anything supernatural?  How could anyone ask for more?

I’ve created my very own blog!!!

But why did I create this blog?

I don’t have to answer that question!  You know why?

Because this is MY blog.  That’s right!  I don’t answer to you.

But seriously though, I find myself always wanting to write.  If you send me an email, you might get a 2-page response.  And sometimes, I’ll just open notepad and write a few paragraphs about my thoughts on a topic.  I never share it with anyone.  So it occurred to me recently that if I am going to write just for the hell of it, I might as well put it on the internet where maybe somebody might stumble across it accidentally, after finding it in some kind of search engine mishap.

You might think I would write a book or be a freelance writer, or something like that.  The problem with that is if I am doing something for monetary gain, it will immediately become painful.  I don’t know why it works that way, but it does.  Also, it’s too damn much work to write professionally.

And since this is my blog, I can write it however I want, including ending posts in random places.  For example,