Tenth Confession

I love the world too much to be trapped in one culture.  Americans get it all wrong, most of the time.  They sleepwalk their way around life, living to work, using an outdated schizophrenic voting process to elect the leaders that they'll complain about for the next five years.  They get the freedom bit right, but then use it to bludgeon people to their way of thinking.

I remember being at a church in the past, where a congregant stood up in tears over a school board meeting.  Apparently, they were discussing adding some Margaret Atwood to the curriculum, and during the discussion, some of the students added in their two cents.  One stood up and said that truth was relative: whatever is true for one person could be false for another, or partially true for a third.  Of course, if someone hit that student full across the face and, upon being questioned, said something along those lines...

Of course truth isn't relative!  A person's revelation of the truth is slow and always unfolding, but the truth itself (or Himself, for my overly religious readers) never changes.  To build a house on "relative" measurements would be folly; the universe, being much more complex, therefore, must be built on sterner truths than relativity. 

So...anyway....

My quest is not to know all the right answers.   That's impossible, and makes life incredibly dull for a human.  Rather, I'd rather find the right questions to ask, and in searching for the right questions, I find all the answers I need.