Libraries: Frozen Books Do not Read Better

I love the rain. It's beautiful, rythmatic and soothing. It cleanses and lifts my spirit. It revitalizes the world and all who live in it. It's also cold and wet and I seem to have forgotten my coat. To make matters worse, I'm stuck in the library where appearenlty they keep the AC on some Kelvin setting. I assume they are scared the books will spontaniously combust under the emense body heat of the 12 people in here but I can't be sure. The person in charge of the thermostat may just be a sadist.

Clockwork Confusion

I fear that in another time, another life, I would have been a deist. I don't know why but the idea that God created the universe, set it in motion and then stepped back appeals to me. Maybe its the human desire to control my own destiny. Maybe it's just the clockwork analogy that comes with deism. I've always had a thing clockwork...

I'm sorry, I've probably confused you. Let me make something clear, I am not denouncing my faith... I've lost it a few times but I've always found it again. That's another story.

I'm reflecting on somethings we discussed in American History today. Fun class... I'm sure I had a similar one earlier in life but like most history classes, the further along you get the more sugar coating gets stripped away. I prefer bitter fact to sweet lies, regardless of how painful they can be.

Anyway, we were discussing Benjamin Franklin and some of his views on religion and how this was affected by his personal nature. The man was a logical thinker. He perceived with his senses and thought with his mind. What he saw was a world of laws, where if one could reason enough he might be able to explain any natural or social phenomenon. He also saw some of what he perceived as corruptions and alterations to the teachings of Jesus from within the Church.

I agree with his assessment and have on several occasions been engulfed by rage at the ignorant arrogance I witness every time I walk into a church building. Fortunately I am often reminded by either God or my own sense... perhaps a combination of both, that I am a fool and I am as guilty of hypocrisy as any man I condemn. Funny how you are often angered by the thing you yourself are guilty of. Proof of a conscience, I suppose.