My friend said today that he gets freaked out when he looks at white walls. He said that he sees little dots and stuff, some kind of disorder in his brain or something.
I'd like to think he has spent so much time in dark things that looking at white is unnatural or something, but I think it's just his brain.Regardless, I talked to him breifly about science and math and discovered that he is a naturalist. He is also a math major in college.
I think that sometimes our brains let us get the best of us. We sort of head out on our own phiosophical or theological tangents and our brains get cluttered. We think and analyze too much. There's a time and a place for it I guess, but it's the worst when we are by ourselves, soaked in the tears of self-pity or depression. We sit and put on weird tunes, or do drugs but it's all temporary. We remove the problem breifly just to enjoy the time we slip away into madness, then the problem is back the next mourning along with everything else. We all yearn for someone to trust and love us.
I think I've found Him. The One I can put all my trust in, that is.
