Every once in a while someone comes along who makes you look at things a little differently. Maybe it makes you a better person, maybe not, but it makes you different.
I can't believe how emotionally invested I am in Lance Armstrong's success in the Tour de France. I want him to retire from this race a winner, snug in his yellow jersey.
I want him to win an unprecedented seventh race.
Now I don't know if Armstrong is a person I would like to meet and hang out with. I do know that I respect the single-mindedness he showed in defeating his cancers and coming back to be an athlete of championship caliber.
One of the things I respect about him is his honesty about how he feels about God. He's not so sure about God. Defying death did not necessarily make him a believer.
Armstrong usually picks up his biggest lead on the Tour de France in the mountains. I hope he does this time as well. I want to see him cycle into Paris a winner. Again.
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I can't help it. Everytime I see his name I think: it should be Legstrong. What's wrong with me?
PS I agree. He is an inspiration.
Yeah I'm rooting for him too yet I'm certain about my belief in God...go figure!
go figure what?
i got the impression that like mr. armstrong, you aren't certain about your belief in God. i am. sorry for the confusion.
are you referring to my beliefs or Moon's beliefs? i also got the impression that Moon's beliefs are similiar to Mr. Armstrong's but haven't a clue as to what mine are.
be that as it may, i would argue that my stance is the correct one.
PS why did you put a period in between i am and sorry? was it an existential statement? that is, in order to be truly sorry first one must recognize and proclaim existance. what better way than the simple: i am.
what stance?
Good question! What stance indeed!?!
Well... I guess I'm presenting the case of good ole fashioned agnosticism. (Not that it was ever IN fashion - wimps such as we usually aren't)
Anyway, my premise is the best
anyone can do is to admit to being "clueless". Any proclamation that there is or is not a God is a leap of faith, that leap involving another belief that our limited brain power can do anything beyond being confused. In effect then, I would further argue surity is the eptimome of confusion.
That much I am sure of.
In recent years "cluelessness" has been elevated to an almost transcendent mode of being. Slowly but surely we're all beoming "valley girls".
Is this a good thing? Is this a bad thing? All I can say in reply is an unqualified, "fer sure".
(If you're looking for an anthem I would refer you to Richard Hell and the Voidoids "Blank Generation", circa 1976.)
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