Even an old atheist like me can understand and appreciate the following : "We live our lives in starts and fits and lose our wonder bit-by-bit we condescend, and in the end we lose our very souls..." - "Goodbye to a River", from Don Henley's album, Inside Job. It took years to get the kind of depth in my feelings back that music like this used to evoke for me towards life and our world, and without it all getting too puerile. Life was dulling out, and I could only seem to claw back the capacity for a rich and enduring love of life around me in stages. kayneich/postsecular (explanations now embedded as only a personal past) Parent Directory 06-Feb-2007 12:58 - emergent.html 05-Feb-2007 19:34 (from 2002) 27k Rationality revisited formative.html 05-Feb-2007 20:01 (from 2002) 31k On conditioning A later piece of writing might bind this all together involving the particular circumstances I had in mind - Regressive : A simpler approach as to underlying reasons why "independence" began to leave me cold and my much-loved studies came to an absurd stand still. The earlier material of me still struggling towards a more comfortable resolve (some of which I think is bloody awful) is given below : gathered.html 05-Feb-2007 22:19 (from 2004) 41k Embarrassing interim mess unspoken.html 05-Feb-2007 22:19 (from 2004) 76k Nearly narcissism link to excessively delayed research commitments still on my mind ... Or just visit "Words" ... Pretext | Platitudes?