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Pilgrim


I am a spiritual man. I believe stuff. I have read a lot, lived a bunch, experienced much, seen and did things Other people of different places and cultures, old ways and fresh ideas. have always piqued my curiosity Ideas of life, concepts of God, the hereafter, meanings of life, purposes for existing. Questions, many asked repeatedly; answers, many given vaguely, with a shrug. Sometimes, the answers actually matched the questions being asked or the puzzle being challenged Sometimes. Why, how, why, why, why? Why, you say? And still more why. ‘How’ always finishing a distant, uninterested second. I am a spiritual man. I believe stuff. Who believes me?
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