The main reason I have faith is because it is the only thing that separates me from pointlessness. Looking at the universe as a charged atomic soup and nothing more leads me to ask, as Peggy Lee did, “Is that all there is?”
I can’t live comfortably with life being only about atoms and molecules and natural selection. I need something more—the story. I need the motivation to get out of bed every morning and write another chapter in my story, and to fulfill my role in this universe to the best of my ability.
In Search of a Soul
A few years ago at a gathering of writers, a book fell into my hands. (I have found that books come to me when I need them. Another argument—albeit not a provable one—against pointlessness.) The title of this book piqued my interest: In Search of a Soul by Raymond Moriyama.
When I saw the title I expected an esoteric tale of spiritual angst. Instead I received the gift of the deeply personal story of the design and construction of the Canadian War Museum as told by the architect, Raymond Moriyama. Read the rest of this entry