One person’s cult is another’s religion.

In my religion, I endeavor to uncover my own ignorance – with the recognition that my ignorance is as infinite as existence. “When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things.”

In my religion, there is much doubt. Shades of gray let me see the depth of my ignorance. My only holy truth will be kindness, but my understanding of the constitution of kindness may evolve. “Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.” Until that time, if there is that time, I can know no perfection, and I will sate myself with half truths.

If I knew a truth, I don’t think I would be satisfied with it. My spirit would go hungry from it. My search for truth fills the belly of my soul like daily bread.

I was born a child. I live a child. I will die a child. But every day I grow.