Note: This text was written in 2001.
Contrary to urban legend, I did have a proper birth and childhood. On the right is a picture of me with my groovy mother. This picture was taken in 1970 and I was about one year old at the time. I looked naive enough; but I certainly didn't feel that way.
As I grew older, my parents tried to teach me that their religion held the sacred answer to every truly worthy question. But, apparently, my questions were as unworthy to them as their church's answers were to me!
Naturally, I began to create my own system of beliefs (which I playfully call "Sorenism") about the infinite universe, of which we are each a part. My father argued that I had chosen the "easy way" in order to escape being bound by the church's beliefs and rules. He seemed to not understand when I tried to explain that I had actually chosen the far more difficult path by requiring myself to discover all truth for my self.
It has indeed been a difficult and painful path, thus far; but, I have come to realize that I am not alone on this path. And I am not the first to take this path.
And you are not the first. And you are not alone.