Journey’s End

I was a stern practitioner of the religion of Doubt, and almost nothing could dissuade me from it. In my teens I focused my doubt on the things of the Right: the religious traditions, the various hierarchies, and (especially!) the vestigial prohibitions on certain hedonic pursuits. Later I extended Doubt into the sacred ground of the left as well: the believability of Science, the evilness of white people, the awfulness of the past…

You can probably see where the next step was taking me. For better or for worse, doubt performs poorly in recursion. And so I began to doubt it.

-a tiny excerpt from the Depths of Crackpot Illogic, by our friend Sol

His list of things he was looking for in a church is meaningful to me, especially 1, 2, 4, and 7, and 8 only slightly behind.