There is so much of the world that confuses me as one who believes, which I look and I question why these things must be. If I try and hold in my head these conundrums, logic finds no footing by which it may approach the heart of the matter, and I go down mental pathways that dead end, or that step out into empty space. My head spins with too many opinions, all saying (somehow simultaneously) the same thing and things opposite from one another. Some people can hold contradictions in their heads, somehow, but I don’t seem to be one of them. I think, however, I may of these matters make the best of things. Perhaps to me, they are the call to a simple faith, one not concerned with the deepnesses of truth, one that says for the complexities of how things are as they are, simply, “I don’t know.” For I know why I believe, my personal evidence is enough to justify my faith — and I have tested these things enough to make me secure. I need not try and conjure the philosophy of angels, need not have the desire to prophesy. Too easily does one get lost where such tangles run deep.