An old teacher once asked me
how I dared to believe in God
He was a learned man and
despite of all of his knowledge
he had never seen any proof of God
“I do not have much knowledge, Sir”, I answered
“That is why I dare to believe without much proof.”
And while this answer may not have been good enough
for the wise man
it is more than sufficient for me
A good old friend
Every now an then my dear old friend bitterness shows up unannounced
When he knocks on the door I welcome him with open arms
Then we sit for a long time, smoke a cigarette together
(OK, so I dive into a box of chocolates while he looks disapprovingly)
And we dwell on old memories that we both refuse to forget
Then it's time for good-bye and I stay behind
Alone and exhausted
But very soon I start to long for his next visit
Because there is so much that has been left unsaid.
You know the drill: You answer a couple of questions in an online questionnaire and then the page comes up with a description of who (or what) you are like.
According to the latest analysis, I'm a communist Gandhi.
The problem is that this is not a one-time mistake. These “tests” have a tendency to describe me as some sort of schizophrenic extremist: An eco-destructive tree hugger; an Amish NRA member, a Franciscan oligarch.
Statistically speaking though, this would probably place me square in the middle of the political spectrum.
That's some sort of comfort.