I’m Lost

I’ve been told I’m one of the Lost.  Not in the cool way, like on a primetime scifi TV show.  This is in the “Not Christian” way.  I guess if that’s what Lost means, then they are right.  But I hate that term.  Because I’m not lost.

I’m as much on track as any other schmuck on this Earth.  I’m going from place to place.  I’m learning new things and replacing bad information with better information.  I also see the beauty in things without imposing a supernatural story to it.  Reality is awesome.

I’m afraid, though, that we’ll never be rid of this religion crap.  It’s sad, but I try not to dwell on it.  I’m going to enjoy this one life.  I will not waste my only life on a stupid story.