Sometimes, it feels like I’ve woken from a dream in this otherworldly clarity where the possibility of a higher being is completely absurd. Some part of me, the softer, more believing part, wants to run towards God and ask to be ensconced in His comfort and glory. To be discharged of this wrongful stronghold.
The part of me that values empiricism wants to run the opposite direction and actually rejoices in this split second of apprehension.
My faith is not complete. And sometimes, I don’t know if I actually prefer it this way.