Its been quite a while now. . .
my literature professor told me "Doubt is knowledge"
and I believed it.
I've read Socrates, Aristotle, Kant, Sartre.
I believe in Socrates's words; knowing that all i know is nothing.
I try to "apply" Aristotle's nicomachean ethics just like kant's metaphysics in my reasoning
I found comfort in Sartre's existentialism,
And I live on the words of my favorite existentialist, Camus.
"I would rather live my life as if there is a God and die to find out there isn't, than live my life as if there isn't and die to find out there is."
And because I believe that doubt is knowledge, I came to doubt the teachings of my church.
It all started with a painting
I became curious
so I started reading, and researching and continued finding things
more doubts arouse so I did more reading
I feel like I will never quench this thirst for knowledge.
for a few months it went away, it was still there in my head
but it didn't bother me
and then It came back
I can't recall what brought it back
but it was talking about a beautiful man
People draw the devil like he was some ugly red man
or anything hard on the eyes
but he's not hard on the eyes.
He's beautiful
after all he is a fallen archangel, one who's beauty consumed him
