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Showbiz? Science? Who cares?

Showbiz? Science? Who cares?

If you had all the facts all the fictions, if you knew everything about science and all about religion, would you stand by your convictions? Would you still make the right decisions? Would you accept someone else's opinions in this life?

Because whatever it takes to get you by, well that's the right thing to do in this crazy, mixed up life. Sad or sober, or strong or with closed eyes, would you still make all the right decisions? Would you accept someone else's forgiveness in this life?

Because its all a leap of faith! From white plastic saints to to all those hard questions you have to face every single day. Every. Single. Day.

I've read all the books, and I still don't have all the answers. And that's fine. Whatever it takes to get you by...

Because its all a leap of faith! From white plastic saints to to all those hard questions you have to face every single day. Every. Single. Day.


Some people I know wrote those words. And, if you ask me, they're pretty dead on with their lyrics.

The thing is, whether we're talking about the existence of God, and the burning bush, the fishes and loaves, and the parted Red Sea or about the color of the sky, or my latest hair cut, the entire world is based on four things: perception, accepting something to be fact, having the faith that what you believe to be the truth actually is, and knowing when to hold strong to your faith and when to explore other realms of the truth.





a bonus: Listen to Less Than Jake sing speedily about religion and faith and dealing with the challenges life likes to serve. Showbiz? Science? Who cares? A warning! It's probably going to be incredibly loud.

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