and to think: i never thought my spanish classes in highschool would ever find their way into practical application in my life.  Boy did i never see moving to california back then.  considering like, the only people in Los Angeles who are from los angeles seem to be mexican, i speak spanish a good bit.  and now im going to mexico to visit some underpriveledged orphanages and to do some street outreach, and im basically the only translator for a pack of 6 ppl who speak close to absolutely no spanish between them.  it ought to be interesting.

we're gonna hit the 99 cent store before we hit the border and just buy tons of crappy toys and stuff for these kids.  i went to mexico like 2 and a half years ago and it was one of the more interesting experiences of my life.  First thing i noticed were stray dogs in the streets all over the place.   Then came the dusty and dirty air.  Then came the fact that people in poorer neighborhoods were living in pallet houses with no floors or roofs over the heads.  we spoke at a church that had no ceiling and a dirt floor, and played games with little spanish kids we could barely speak to or understand.    this is 5 minutes across the border into mexico.  not tijuana, which is 80 percent american anyway, but to a place where the kids were still impressed by light hair and blue eyes. 

these little kids play with tin cans like i played with He-Man figures back in the day.  last time, i met a transsexual street prostitute in the downtown area and was translating for this guy on my team who used to be a prostitute as well.  needless to say, it was interesting.  the guy/girl was like telling us, in spanish, that the only time he thought about God was when he got sick or had something bad happen to him and then he'd be all "God this and God that, help me this help me that" and then afterwards forget all about it.  Mexico is not like America.  Jesus Christ is as ingrained in their culture as television is in ours.  They all know the Lord, it's more a matter of if they have Him in their heart. 

regardless, it was an interesting and trying experience - and im sure it will be again this time.  i wonder how many ppl there are in this world who at the end of the day attribute their exodus from previous lifestyles like street prostitution, drug addiction/running, gang thuggery, alcoholism, etc ... to Christ. 

its unfortunate that the only soundbytes that ever make it to the world's ears are from politicians lobbying for christian votes, pat robertson, jerry falwell, or some other loudmouthed crackpot....  but oh well.  im done.

so..  i had a dream the other night.  and im not a big "i had a dream" kinda guy, but i did.  and, well, most of you know my spiritual conviction but im not to say that this was FROM GOD or anything.  But in my dream, I was rather convinced it was...  (when i woke up, i couldnt quite figure it out)..

It was about flags, actually.  And something was showing me flags for the different nations and then talking about how different nations represent darkness with their symbols of moon/stars etc.....          it was interesting.  cuz i woke up and later on went on a flag site and looked at flags of different nations and there's TONS of flags from odd places like Algeria that have crescent moons and stars on it.  But the dream was moreso focused on the moon aspect of the dark, I think, than on the stars.  And when i was flipping through the flags, the crescent moon kept appearing .  have you ever seen saudi arabia's flag?  it says something like "There is only one God and that is Allah and Mohammad is His prophet" in arabic and under that is a sword underlining the sentence.  hardcore!!!!!   and so looking at all these flags, i saw the recurring crescent moon which represents Islam......   interesting interesting interesting.  not that i take any considerable amount of stock in this, because its not like the most oblivious piece of knowledge out there, but it's still interesting.

on a side note, scandanavia is known for it's flags of the cross.  Sweden, Norway, Finland, Denmark, England, etc... all have crosses.  And the Red Cross, yknow, the RED Cross (christian symbolism in case you didnt catch it) actually changed their flag emblem from the red cross to a "red crystal,"  in deferrence to Israel and the other nations who wouldnt be a part of the Red Cross because of its reference to Christ.    The said crystal is actually a diamond shape, but it's vastly interesting to me nonetheless - considering the whole story of Exodus and stuff with the people putting their faith and hope in things like golden calves and little man made statuettes and divination rods and such are closely related to the whole 'crystal' based recurring movements...

If you wanna get insane with it, and im sure no one cares enough to read this far, the tower of Babel from the O.T. bible is thought by some scholars to have been a giant tower (ziggurat)[spiritual high place] with CRYSTALS at the top where the people (as have many many many cultures throughout time) believed these crystals enabled them somehow to kind of pick up transmissions, if you will, from the spirit realm.  Even the Jews own breastplate of the high priest contained 12 different stones, some crystals, and had two special stones the Urrim and the Thummim (even the modern jews have a hard time figuriing out these things) but supposedly theyd ask God a question and he'd answer by lighting one of those two special stones.

So, yeah, crystals are nothing new.  but the difference was that people (for ex. the tower of babel ppl) put their faith in stones and other pieces of creation while the Jews put their faith foremost in the creator and sometimes applied the tools of the creation under authority of the headship of their God.

Ground Zero for a Dead Hero

You would've liked to have my poetry,

but instead you had my blood.

You would've loved to white the black in me,

but instead you made me mud.

I would've liked to kiss your face with lips,

but instead you got my fangs.

I would've loved to wax your noble one,

but in love I waned insane.

Inside my chest flesh casket holds scorched heart made ash by flame.

Inside your ark-like chest still floats a locket with my name.

But you don't feel the same.

No, you don't feel the same.

Reeling in esctasy while I'm writhing in pain.

Missing a part of me while pieces from others you gain...

No you still don't feel the same.

Of course you don't fucking feel the same.

Hit in the head so many times I'd almost forgotten my name.
Glass footprints through the desert from a MAN ON FIRE

and you STILL don't feel the same.

You think you'll never feel the same.

I loved you through the death of me, and you barely remember my name.

Why do I still have to feel the same?

Blue as breath holding, red as kettle scolding.

Out of breath my choked throat smote,

 no antecdote,

 baptism into death.

I'll see you at the end of your

long list of past regrets.

And then you'll HOPE i feel the same.

Oh you'll hope I feel the same.

While you lay awake in bed at night,

alone whispering my name.

Oh you'll wonder if I feel the same....

And then you'll know a little something about this

perpetual flame

that turned a profound man mundane

that flushed a wet soul down the drain

that left me alone at night,

memories like needles

jabbing me in my brain-

the place where man's passionate fire turned nuclear flame..

I know it wasn't your fault so just call out my name -

.I don't know if I have the strength to carry around the ghost of you inside my chest.

So just whisper my name and

let

me

rest.

i dont know.  sometimes i get fed up with the concept of letters and words and dust-ridden, emotionless space and i'd so much rather just hang out with people and get to know who they are and where they've been and what the inflection sounds like in their voice when they're angry or sad or hurt or happy or had enough.  but instead, i drink coffee in my office and stare at a screen that stares my own face back at me if i look at it right, and as i infer with the ghost of my own mouth what you must be saying underneath my reflection i get fed up because i can only hear my own voice reading your words and not hear what YOUR mouth sounds like speaking the overflow of your own heart.  And while you - or anyone else on the other side of the glass - are free and tangible yet still surreal to me in your own technicolor fancy, I'm sitting here seeing sallow through monitor glass glasses while I in turn turn real life people into paper friends and keep them on my webpage.

yeah

so i pretty much bankrupted myself buying a brand new ibanez acoustic electric guitar from ye ol' guitar center in hollywood.  yeah.  sweet.  the first one i bought based on what the display model sounded and played like and then when they gave me one fresh out of the box i took it home and played it and there were twangy frets way down at the bottom of the neck....... like the 14,15,16 frets of certain strings and i was pretty bummed to have paid like 325 bucks for a brand new guitar only to bring it home and have it have big old problems............... which was easily remedied, however, by just bringing it back and exchanging it for the display guitar itself and now, hooray, ive got my new guitar.                 ive got no cash, but ive got a guitar.    and although i like it, i almost wish i had bought that stinken banjo instead.  but as my friend ben says , who the f plays a banjo?  regardless, it was pretty sweet and i'll have to pick one up someday.

plus im working on a new................... well, resumed working on a semi-new project .........     a new tv ..........   i'll post pics of the first one i ever made on here but i'm not sure anyone will like it cuz its pretty scathing..  heh, they'll prolly be like "great concept but what the hell's the screaming kid with the bible verse all about?" well, allow me to retort to myself :)   -  this pic breaks my heart and has actually made me cry on a couple occasions.   it breaks my heart, because i feel like the tribulation is coming - and it's going to be by the work of man's hands.  we do it to ourselves.......... and we're gonna push the envelope right over the cliff's edge.  man's war, hatred, jealousy, bigotry, wrath, lies, greed etc.  has consequences, and this little girl is a prime example of the effects that are caused by our indiscriminate self perpetuating agendas.     it's no wonder the first "law" of the Satanic bible (their tagline and motto) is "do what thou wilt"    -  do what you want.

apparently, this little girl's suffering might not be what we want directly, but indirectly she's acceptable collateral damage.  

 (ps-  that white overspray next to the side doves was i think mostly taken care of after this pic)     

Yeah.  So my first day back in LA it was like 73 degrees and sunny.  Nice and clear, no smog.  Today is sunny and warm as well.  and tomorrow probably will be too.  yeah.  EAT THAT YOU CONNECTICUT DORKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

hah.  just for that, i hope it snows another foot up there............................suckers.

oh yeah and someone was asking me today what ct was known for and honestly, i had like 4 things to list off. 

1.  The Nutmeg State.  WOoHoO!!

2.  The Mark Twain House in Hartford (next to the much lesser known HArriet beacher stowe house)

3.  The Constitution State.

4.  Hartford - the onetime and possible current "Insurance Capital of the World"

5.  wealthiest state?  although not anyone i know

that was about as far as I got.  how sad.  Oh yeah, and Yale.  hooray.  we're so rich in culture its ridiculous.

The Flavor of Love on VH1 is the most ridiculous thing on television.  Well, either that or Ice Skating with the Stars.  heh but if you havent see this show, dont.   its Flavor Flav  from Public Enemy, yknow, Mr. Clockity Clock.  and hes got like this harem of 15 women that are all trying to be his wife.  its RIDICULOUS.  the dude is what ODB from Wu Tang would've been looking and acting like at 50 years old. 

that is all.

Man.  Another year.  I bet it's snowing back home, or you already have a bunch of wet, cold, annoying white crap on the ground.  That, I don't miss.

Well, shit, I'm gonna plough through this post the best i can without being a loser/dork/mush-bag so here goes:  Looking back on my life, I wouldn't trade any of the stuff I've been through with you guys for the world.  We're all older, maybe all of us a bit colder, and some of us moved away.  But I can sit here during this lame xmas time (ive always hated christmas, even now im not so down with it)  and look at you guys and your blogs and see that somehow like 7 of us have stayed in touch through the years and the changes ....and thats freakin crazy.    Tim, Tim, Tim, Andrew, Joe, Ellis - MAN.    I dunno. HAH.  usually i try and write and its so fluid seeming and i look at this and its serrated like a blade and choppy like a lumberjack but maybe thats when being real is being real.  So the point is this:  I love you guys.  I really fricken do.  I was looking at you all today, for some reason, and recognized that i am so thankful for having had all of you in my life...

Ol' twostripe is leaving soon, and i wonder and suspect this might be the last time we're all at the same place at the same time.  the world is getting shitty and who knows what could change in a year - so lets all try and get together for one last time - maybe honestly THE last time....  ill be in town from the 25th to the 9th.  i know ellis is gone til january and everybody else has got their own things going on as well.  but i think we should give it a shot. 

i know we're all different and we're all still 'growing up' i guess.  but i just wanted to say i have a tremendous amount of respect for each and every one of you and i hope to see you soon.

simple.  its one of those things i dont expect anyone to really understand... 

Cagebird:

Just like a bird in a cage

crying tears in a rage.

Pure enough to cut glass

i wish, but alas,

they're probably more like acid rain.

And as i look at the trees that are men,

who never ask on their knees and are then,

quick to make war or appease where they can-

I think to myself

what uncomfortable wealth

I'd be sure to receive from the Breeze...

If I'd only live life on my knees.

I almost despise it for being nursery rhyme like. almost.

this is a rather older poem i wrote about a situation i got myself into awhile back.    although i must say, its interesting how much can change in such short time.  anyway, i think its written in a colorful language: the language of blood.

rest in peace my love.
maybe it was better in my head
than it ever could've been
and if thats true than
what better of an end
than something so unattainable
yet so vivid in my heart
so fitting, yes, so fitting
to be over before we'd start.

Hanging out. hanging all out now.
Outside insides from a kiss laced with cyanide.
Visceral incineration stemmed from sulphur miscommunication,
waiting at the salvation train station for the Lord to take me home.
Heart full as the ocean,unsatisfied as the grave-
you know all that i had to give i gave.
And when i was dying of thirst, i extended my hand,
for shards of glass in my belly and a mouth full of sand.

as transcribed out of a journal from a real life experience, revised a bit for the sake of the poetic.

~flash~ ~flash~

11.18.02  9:24pm

I walk out the door..

Chicago, city alley-

woman screaming "help"

(she can't take it no more) 

I tell guy to keep walking

rounds on me, considers, leaves

she hides behind me

we walk away some-

"you high?" -

(tricks up her sleeve).

"want some head or pussy?" she asks.

she's selling herself for three bucks.

THREE DOLLARS!

THREE DOLLARS?!

"Cmon baby, let's f**k."

"No."

 So... 

I walked her back to main st.

and I gave her some change-

"hey baby" to school kid on bike,

an animal back in free range.

lies lies lies

$3.60 for fare home

not addicted, she says

drink sometimes, she says

"want some head or some pussy?

I gotta condom," she says.

Oh gutter love, gutter lover

three dollars a pop

where you from? where you goin'?

this s**t's gotta stop.

Gotta name? Gotta home? 

Got a chance for redemption?

Does your mommy know about

all this stuff you don't mention?

Are you out on your own?

You sure there's no babies at home,

while your out on the street-

crack pipe to stay blown?

Oh gutter love, gutter lover

Miss three dollars a pop

What might you buy with these riches

and why can't you stop?

Maybe you'll buy six guitar picks

for the price of some kicks,

or three bags of dollar Doritos

in exchange for sick licks?

or did you need a bit of change,

to make some local payphone calls?

Or will you buy twelve gumballs

from the machine

that you saw at the mall?

Did you need postage stamps,

to send letters with care?

Or would you buy one and a half bus fares

to take you somewhere?

three scratch tickets

some cheerios

three bottles of pop

 two sunday newspapers

a couple bic lighters

this s**t's gotta stop.

Oh gutter love, gutter lover

Where you goin'?  Whaddo you know?

"hey baby, hey sugar-

it's three dollars a blow.

I'm your gutter lover, baby.

Lovin' you from the gutter.

For the price of cheap rocks,

I'll give you a bargain like no other.

You ask where I'm goin'?

s**t man I don't know.

These streets like my office-

I just blow to stay blown."

is chaos defined no longer chaotic?  it seems to me that we wouldnt be able to comprehend chaos - it wouldnt have a form or order for us to digest and dumb down into our human logic pallate.  I think if chaos exists, it could only exist outside of this realm of order...  because if it was held inside of this realm, its parent would be order and therefore chaos would stem from order - which is paradoxical in the bad way.  so , if chaos exists, it would have to exist somewhere else.  But i think if it 'exists' at all in the first place, it's succumbing to an orderly event that can be defined and pintpointed and spoken about and understood (existence)....  so my bet is that chaos doesn't exist.  a chaos defined has become orderly through the logical process of definition.

to see chaos is to understand that it is chaos.... but how could we understand something that wont prostrate itself before a definition and, therefore, be understood?

 one cant understand what evades understanding itself, what is dwelling in the deepest shadows where there is no light to illuminate it.......inside a perfect darkness.  a wall we cannot breach,  a perfect dark is something we will not see and cannot comprehend...  which might as well be 'nothing.'  but does nothing defined (ie "nothingness")  become a something?  I dont know.  Trying to wrap my mind around something that cannot be enveloped.  it is too much for me.

 All i know is that what is orderly (science/creation/whatever) seems to not be able to give birth to chaos.  I doubt anyone can NAME or DESCRIBE an instance of true chaos.  We say things like "the chaos that ensued the hurricane" but we really mean that wind is logical, it was logical for the houses to get knocked down, logical for there to be extensive damage in the aftermath.  We say "the chaos of the bomb explosion"  but a bomb is logical, and the crater of the bomb is orderly and the blast is orderly and the carnage makes sense.

So if chaos is a synonym for lack of reason, lack of understanding, lack of the orderly, lack of the logical - the mere fact that these faculties exist (reasoning, understanding, order, logic)  seem like they should  point us to the logical conclusion that there is a reason for existence - and therefore, an Intellect behind the intelligence.  A Creator behind the creature.

 so, one might get pissed at this next bit- thinking i set you up or something.  but honestly, i sat here and thought this out for like 45 mins, going back and forth over the logic of what i was writing.  and when all was said and done, i read back over what i had written and there seemed to be no better way to sum it up than with a verse that didnt come into my mind until after i read over my entry. 

^{Romans 1:19"..}since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. ²⁰For since the creation of the world God's invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made..."

why am i the only hockey fan left in america

to me, it seems one will never be able to PROVE absolutely a religion. but to be asked to believe something without there being any logic behind it, or any trace-able paths that point to that conclusion seems rather illogical. therefore, if christianity or hinduism or whatever claim to have the truth, then there'd better be something tangible there when i go "searching" around in it.

with me, I feel i was a life divinely intervened in. One night, back in my olden days, I was in LoS Angeles and i dropped some potent acid and was listening to LEd Zeppellin and Tool and other bands like them.... These bands are all about , yknow, metaphysical new-agey spiritualism yet have neat tag lines like "believe in nothing" or "beliefs are dangerous..." so i, being full bore into some sort of spiritual quest, was all trying to incant spirits in my super sensistive state (which is what acid does) and, well, I met with some straight evil stuff. Visions of demons, murder, human sacrifice. Audible words in my ears. Physical feelings. I thought i was going to be possessed by an evil spirit and went so far as to take a pencil and stab myself in the hand over and over to draw blood and swear in blood that i wouldnt let it take me over.

i cant even explain. it was crazy. and when i was done tripping, I had nightmares for over a year. Every night. And not talking little nightmares, but bigtime DEMONIC nightmares where I'd hear voices and spend the entire dream being chased by demons and running running running. I'd wake up at 2am and sit up in my bed and cry and cry because i was too scared to fall back asleep..... i dreaded night time , and often felt physical feelings inside of my head like PRESSURE whenever it was around. It was like a presence that i invited in to my soul and it kicked down the door and tried to take over.

NOw, i know that sounds crazy. And i know someone out there will try and chalk that up to some like mini schizophrenic episode under the influence of LSD. But why do you think satanists use trances, and often times use drugs to induce those trances? Why do you think Jim Morrison was all twisted up like he was? It was acid trance spiritualism - he opened himself up extra wide under the influence of powerful drugs and channeled energy from the spiritual realm. Why would millions of people waste their time on spiritism if there's nothing really behind it all? The majority of the world believes in spirits, and always has. Not just like seemingly silly 'wolf god' spirits, or the spirits in the trees or whatever... but human spirits and spirits of demons and angels and gods and God.

so whatever. this stems into a further philosophical debate on polytheism , dualism, monotheism, and naturalism which i'll prolly move on to next.

but it's interesting that naturalists (science, big bangers, evolutioners, non-God-ers) cite the Preponderance of "scientific" evidence that points them in the direction of what they believe but sometimes refuse the preponderance of evidence of human testimony that testify to the existence of the human spirit. And if science is more trustworthy and smarter than a human being and therefore we should side with science over man, why does man have intricate things that science doesn't have? Consciousness, reason, love, faith, hope????

We say that science is a system that contains and is responsible for all existing characteristics yet use our own characteristics that science doesn't even have to make that very statement.

It takes reason to say that there is no reason at all for existence - which is one of the big reasons why i believe in God.

To me, sometimes it seems like we as men set up a big pedestal for ourselves and start shouting at all the known and unknown order of things - much greater than us -and start saying such seemingly hit statements as "There is absolutely no reason for all of this reason!!!" before trailing off into a little "..." as we therefore deduce there's no reason for us to be saying that, no reason for us to be standing there, no reason for us to work, sleep, breath, talk, have friends, care for loved ones, feed the poor, let loose the bonds of the oppressed, go to war, eat, kill, enslave, birth, die, argue, get angry about right vs wrong, give our own opinions, HAVE our own opinions,thought, opinions, colors, numbers, molecules, light, dark, time, gravity, cats, dogs, grilled cheese sandwiches, you, me, the pope, orville reddenbacher, medicine, schooling, justice, law, reason for reading this, or existing at all.

so let's eat, drink, and f**k cuz tomorrow we die.... but let's at least try and keep our mouths shut and our emotions (and consciousness) in check because none of that crap matters anyway.  if this is true, then every word we say is worth less than dust although we still love to get worked up about our petty little wispy ideas of right and wrong.  from this perspective, one could say don't bother spewing forth any crap about a 'greater good' or 'self improvement' or 'love' or 'democracy' or whatever.... cuz that's all less than dust too.  So the war?  George Bush?  Iraq?  Your loved ones?  They don't mean shit and they're certainly not worth getting worked up about.  If there's no reason behind existence, then there's no reason to give a crap.  so maybe we should all just shut up and put another beer bottle, or maybe even a shotgun to our mouths and end all this incidental noise before we get any further caught up into a bunch of weird bullshit that doesn't even have a reason to be here in the first place.  To me, life without reason is a synonym for perfect hopelessness.  There is no hope that anything you ever do will ever truly be meaningful.  There is no hope that our daily grind is worth anything more than the fleeting pleasures, which aren't real anyway, that we manage to afford for ourselves in this life that is dissipating fast like a fog before the morning light.  Woe to man, for he sows meaningfully all day long unto his life yet in the end reaps only death and meaninglessness. 

or does our life have meaning, when we so readily claim that life (existence) itself has not???  are we greater than the system that spawned us?  hah.  Not unless we were made in God's image......... given gifts even the system doesn't have.  

Ohh man, ohh child,  how long how long, will we sow to the flesh and starve to the soul......

you can hate me, you can love me, or you can be indifferent about me. But don't charge into the heat of  battle on a wax horse, because this is the field where many man's logic has been slain - so often including my own.

actually, science hasnt been proven.  it "evolves," per say.  Theories of old have come and gone.  Theories that are around now will be gone eventually and disproven.  The Big Bang is a theory.  Evolution, no matter how popular, is still a theory.  There has been no discovery of the "missing link."  Science is as much by faith as faith in God is.  It\'s a personal perception of a progression of steps that lead to a proposed conclusion based on facts or theories or personal experiences.  Science is based off of human logic, a lot of it, and we all know what the deal is with human logic.  Faulty by nature.  it takes faith to believe in science...

To go even further:  say the root of me (my perception) is off, it would follow suit that the whole tree (all my deductions based off that perception) would be rotten from a faulty root.  Now, can a crazy man improperly diagnose himself as sane??  Yes.  So if I was crazy, i wouldn\'t necessarily realize my perception of everything around me was skewed...  but of course this argument is full of water so lets take it one step further.  We KNOW that our sanity is , say, in tact because we look in the mirror that is our peers , or textbooks, or psycologists/psychiatrists and they tell us or would tell us if there were something wrong.  but that\'s entirely based on the idea that society is correct in diagnosing what is the true status quo of sanity in the social norm.  But I look at society and feel that the social norm is ridiculiously skewed so if they\'re for the most part (I believe) at least partially insane and I believe that their perception is off, then how can I rely on a warped mirror like that to assure me that my own mental state is sound? 

Let\'s use the abercrombie and fitch shirts as an example.  Say I\'m a "hot chick" that wears those shirts that say "I make you look fat" or something like that.  Now to me and MY perception, THAT is a clear cut symptom for some kind of sickness - there is something skewed TO ME in that person for wearing that kind of slogan and putting that kind of negative/disgusting vibe out there into the social scene.  A sickness.  But that person doesn\'t perceive it as a sickness.  And neither do millions of other people.  So how can I, for arguments\' sake, rely on you or anyone else out there to tell me whether I\'m nuts or not when I perceive half the people out there to be somewhat nuts themself?  People, in my opinion, are often sick without realizing it...... can i expect myself not to be subject to that same futility?  On the contrary, perhaps it is only when looking through the glass of the eyes of a sick humanity that I can see that very sickness reflected in myself to some extent.  In my opinion, I realize that we are all subject to a degree of that sickness......  I mean, I\'m not perfect here - am I?  Ahhh, how dimly we see through these sallow eyes... 

 yeah, its a tough argument.  yeah, its wordy and difficult to connect.  But i\'ll try my best here to sum it up:  Whether I believe in God or not, firstly - science is by faith(big bang THEORY, THEORY of evolution, human error, etc.)  But secondly, and perhaps more to the root - We have a faith in our own logic that is grounded in nothing more than an imperfect humanity.  People logically believed the earth was flat.  Native Americans logically believed the europeans were half man/half horse because they had never seen horses before.  People logically believed the universe revolved around the earth.

Even if science is constant, man\'s calculation and perception is subject to error.  Philosophy ends in futility because philosophy is the work of imperfect man\'s hands.  If there is such thing as truth, it would have to be a capital "t" divine Truth that surpasses such a base creature as mans\' understanding, and therefore human philosophy will never conquest that great divine Truth it so wishes to master...

Man has faith in science, which is ultimately subject to being filtered through imperfect intelligence - if its not comprised nearly wholly thereof.  To me, that is more like having faith in error than having faith in God is- because at least in the theory of God there is a perfect intelligence that knows more than we'll ever know.  But with science, the faulty logic of man gets disguised as divine law and we nod and we smile and we fold our hands, pleased with how civilized we are and how far we've come since those ancient and barbaric ideas like God and Christ and sin.........

well...at least until the next revision that is.

i could be wrong...