Chris

I always have been skeptical.  From the time when I was a small boy when we would bow our heads in prayer I knew the voice in my head was not god, it was the voice of the preacher. To this day I remember the only prayer I ever prayed for from the bottom of my heart, was for a Nintendo entertainment system, and I got it. But, I knew it was because I had got my first job at the public library, for two summers.

I was home schooled and my mom worked nights so she slept most of the day and we had to read the books and do the homework.  But before I was fifteen I had all day to watch television and at that time of day there was nothing on UHF except soap operas and luckily for me PBS. Which, at that time, had the best shows on physics and chemistry and I just ate them up.

At that time I was also watching shows on Bigfoot the Loch Ness monster and the Bermuda triangle.  My thoughts at the time weren’t “The monster exists”!  They were, “It’s possible, be cool to see them catch the thing”.  I really liked this one show hosted by Lenard Nimoy called “In search of…”, 1976 that was way out there man. Most of the way out shit I never watched for anything more than entertainment and I never thought people really took it seriously.

It wasn’t till my last girlfriend introduced me to things I had never heard of like homeopathy, iridology, reflexology, and applied kinesiology and when I asked what any one of these were, she couldn’t give me a straight answer.  Even after spending a week at a seminar with her, that the family guru convinced her to spend three thousand dollars on, she couldn’t help me understand what this stuff was or how it was supposed to work.

So I did my own research and after many arguments and attempts to appeal to reason she finely broke up with me. Her excuse, because I believed in science.

So, if asked today what do I believe in I will say science, what do I worship? Truth. Who do I pray to? Google.

Goodnight and good luck,

Chris

New Mexico