serious.

If I could, I would just lose myself in music every day every moment of every day. It's the only place where things make sense. Why do we even seek explanations for answers that can't be answered?

The key is not to seek an answer, to answer a question. The crux of it all, the answer to that question is simply simple. Just say it. Just write about it, sing about it. Make it real. Make it a solid thing. A declaration, a reverberation. With a loud, resounding YES. And there it is. Released into the world, and there it remains. And it's a truth, and it's a fact. Unanswered but readily evaluated. Truth within a question, questions within non-truths. This isn't abstract thought, world. This is truth. And truth is simple. And the simple truth is that there will always be non-answers and doubts. And the truth is that that's why there is faith. And faith shows us that there can never be a solid rock. Except for God. Therein lies our salvation. Therein lies our answer. To these secrets everywhere. Unanswered but remaining. Just like us.

I think it's funny, because the world makes sense without making sense. There are ever-present motifs occurring in our own lives. I see them all the time, and it makes me laugh. It's not taking myself too seriously, or reading too deeply into things. It's a truth. It's my leap of faith. It's my argument A to B that agrees with my C, my premises and my conclusions. Your prerogative, my friend, is to simply choose to engage with me in this exchange. Either I'm crazy or I take life too seriously.

But honestly: life is a serious thing. If this that we are, this living isn't serious enough for you, I'd hate to be YOU during an unexpected catastrophe. You know the ones. The ones where you're about to die, where you feel the adrenaline rush in your veins, blood-pumping, stomach churching fear, and then everything just gets a little more serious. O you of little faith.