Just a slob like one of us

E-word,

Yo man. I've been thinking about God lately. I will tell you frankly that I do not believe in Adam and Eve, and I do not believe in Noah's Ark. I think generally I don't believe in Genesis, at least not fundamentally. I believe in evolution. I don't know why God gives a fuck about homosexuality, but I can see where God cares about abortion.

I find my faith wavering a little lately. I need to learn more about Genesis, and I also need to reconcile that intelligent, educated people believe in Genesis. I have a much easier time believing in the miracles of Jesus Christ than I do in fairy tales of Cain and Abel and so forth. How does that gibe, though, with fulfilling prophecies? I just don't know.

I dunno. I'm down with faith, but some of this stuff is just CRAZY. I'm not sure how you ever reconcile that the earth is only ten thousand some years old, and every living thing on this earth came from Noah's ark, and all the creatures flooded from somewhere in Iran or something to the rest of the world. What the fuck. Seriously. What the fuck. This is almost like believing that the sun rotates around us.

I think it's cool that you're spending Thanksgiving at home. El and I have done it a couple of times now, and it's actually really nice. I guess I like my family, but it's such a hassle, really. We have to drive for hours, and now spend time with my brothers and in-laws and nephews and nieces and really, at this point it's all really just baby sitting, you know? We don't actually converse or connect on any level, especially with all these motherfuckers everywhere. It's obligation, but I guess, I don't know, I guess it's good to at least have people who feel obligated to spend time with you, right? At least someone in the world is forced to care about ME.

Man, just close my eyes, sew them tight.

Getting back to what you were saying earlier, it is very interesting to see how we (who are not that old in the scheme of our entire lives, but pretty fucking old, I mean we both could potentially have had children in college now) view our 'youth' as we get older. Will my fifty year old self remember in a non-pervy way getting come all over my teen-aged girlfriend? Am I doing this now, or this totally pervy? Maybe my fifty year old self will be like, 'Yeah, pussy! I remember me some young pussy!' Jeez, I hope not.

I love that photo, by the way. That bee looks cute, he's digging in there, maybe oblivious to you photographing him, there's a vulnerability that is very mammalian? I don't even want to say human because my dog often has that same cute, vulnerable thing going on when she's focused on something singularly.

Love,

Toe