Being Mystified Is A Good Beginning, Because

I Used To Be A Catholic. I Left Because I Object To Conversion By Concussion. If You Don't Agree With What They Teach, You Get Clobbered Over The Head Until You Do. All That Does Is Change The Shape Of The Head.

I Still Don't Like The Word Agnostic. It's Too Fancy. I'm Simply Not A Believer. But, As Simple As This Notion Is, It Confuses Some People. Someone Wrote A Wikipedia Entry About Me, Identifying Me As An Atheist Because I'd Said In A Book I Wrote That I Wasn't A Believer. I Guess In A World Uncomfortable With Uncertainty, An Unbeliever Must Be An Atheist, And Possibly An Infidel. This Gets Us Back To That Most Pressing Of Human Questions: Why Do People Worry So Much About Other People's Holding Beliefs Other Than Their Own?

I'm An Angry Person, Angrier Than Most People Would Imagine, I Get Flashes Of Anger. What Works For Me Is Working Out When It's Useful To Use That Anger.

I'll Carry On, Carry Over, Carry Forward, Cary Grant, Cash And Carry, Carry Me Back To Old Virginia, I'll Even 'hari-kari' If You Show Me How, But I Will Not Carry A Gun!

I Find Myself Going To Places Where I Really Have No Business, Speaking To These People In A Whole Other Field That I Have No Extensive Knowledge Of. But I Do It Very Often Because It Scares Me.