I'm going home today! Which means that I won't have internet access, because I'll be on planes all day. And then tomorrow I'm going to summer camp for the next week, which means:

It's actually Wednesday right now, and instead of studying, I'm queuing up blog posts for you :P

Here's something I found in one of my notebooks:

We are not eyewitnesses of our own lives. My word alone is not acceptable proof of my age, my parentage. Not because I am untrustworthy, but because I cannot know. Our memory fails us as infants, and thus we know our age only from others. I trust my parents, a piece of paper, to tell me that I was born of my mother, conceived of my father, on the day and at the time they claim. That I was born human, not born a sprite or a starfish, I have only the word of others. I cannot know this for certain on my own. And thus, those who live without faith, it is easy to see how they doubt even human nature, for how can I know that I am such a creature, that my insides are formed in a certain way, that I have always been so, without trusting in someone or something – my parents, paper documents, what my senses tell me has been detected by science, that strange creature that has no more senses than we lend it, and yet claims to give us proof beyond the capabilities of our faulty senses. As far as I know, I was born a starfish, and I lived a thousand years beneath the sea before emerging finally into the realm of experience we call human. To stay in this realm, to believe I will not return to the sea as a starfish or forage the forest as a bear, I must have faith, and this is what it means to be human.

I'm praying for you!

:)