>> [Saturday] 10/12/2002 :: 3:02 AM -- NEWMSG [Please read the whole post.] A while back, Ma'm Fajardo inserted a couple or so questions into one of my assignments, which I saw when I got my paper back. I asked her then if she wanted me to answer those questions right then and there, but she refused. A few weeks back (before my computer passed out), I wrote her an email message asking her again if she wants those questions answered, and if she would let me answer them publicly--who knows; someone here might even get something from my doing so. She replied to the affirmative. So I'm answering some of those questions now. One of them is, ``Are you contented with life without (a) God?'' It's quite difficult for me to give a definite answer, as her question implies that I know a life with a god; but I don't. Never, in my eighteen years on this planet, have I experienced a life with a god. Any god. Also, I dislike ever saying that I'm `content'. Being content leaves no more room for growth, since, when you're content, you're not inclined to take risks, experiment, and ask questions. I'm simply not like that. So, a straight answer to the previous (as straight as I can make it) is `No'. I'm not contented, because I want to further find proof as to whether a god (Christian or not) exists or not. So far, my search and my common sense just tells me there isn't one. Or two, or three, or a million. Am I simply ``angry with God'', like a number of friends and acquaintances have implied? I've thought about it, and I can honestly say that no, I'm not just ``angry with God''; there isn't any god to be angry with or at. ... Another question Ma'm Fajardo asked is ``If you will die today, where will you go? Heaven or hell?'' This is a much easier question to answer; if I'm going to die today, I'm going to a grave. Note that I'm not trying to be funny; I seriously think that I'll go no further than a grave when (and IF) I die. But what if I'm wrong? What if there really -IS- a God, and heaven and hell both exist? What am I to do? I'll just go up to Saint Peter, or whoever would be in charge of people who've just died, and say, ``Sir, I lived without your god, but I lived a life that followed his ideals. When I turned 18, I stopped lying. Although I've seriously thought about killing myself and other people, that's as far as I've ever gone. ``I cared for strangers, I tried to make my planet a better place to live in through my own little ways, and I loved with all my heart, never caring about getting hurt.'' But I don't think I'll ever come to a situation where such actions would be neccessitated. ------- ``... I don't suppose we shall see them again.'' -- Frodo, from `The Fellowship of the Ring', by J.R.R. Tolkien ... I see your foot and your mouth have been introduced.