She said she didn’t care if I was anything else, so long as I believed in something. As though I don’t believe, as though I do not have the capacity. I do not need the comforting lies from the pulpit to find wonder in this world. I do not need the rosary to teach me dedication. I do not need the ethereal to know right from wrong in the ephemeral.
I believe that I am whole. The the world can be fixed. That man has such strength in imagination and invention. I believe in the infinite and the finite. I believe in helping each other to accomplish tasks big and small. I believe in a world that is not divided among the petty lines of bigoted accusation found in your old, small book.
I know who I am. I know who you are. I can see a beauty in this place that is uncorrupted by the nay saying of an imagined giant.
I say to you that I believe! I only wonder if you do.