Saturday, May 06, 2006

She Was On The Bus.

She'd taken my breath away the few times I'd seen her last year, and she'd gone back to byron for the summer, but she's probably back at the uni down the road cos as I was coming back from the Grates show, she got on the bus and was sitting up the front, she couldn't see me though. and I was wondering the whole way weather or nto to say hi, and it kinda stuck that even though I like her, and she'd likely be mildly pleased to see me, there'd be little point to it.

She's got faith. I've got realism. Religion and Politics, along with Sex, make up the taboo dinner table subjects, and from there, there's little else to talk about. when we tried, there were two big pink elephants in the cinema with us, desperate to be heard.

I'm not quite sure what kind of religious convictions I have, but I'm absolutely convinced that if I went to church, it wouldn't be for the right reasons. It's hard to listen to the polemic when I'm spending a couple of hours a day studying politics, a place where little optimism survives the endless grind of history. Carpenters get killed by opressive regimes everywhere, every year. they were all god's children, and they were all good people. they made what miracles they could, spread what love they had, and still they are tortured, and killed.

I'm not going to change anything by singing any damn songs about how god loves rich people with the time to go to hillsong to try and pick up. I might make a difference - might - if I keep the study up, write my own damn book, teach some kids to give a damn about what they're studying, or get a job somewhere I matter.

I'm not going to lie to myself, or her. I'm just going to sit quietly and get off at my stop. posted by Keegan at 3:33 pm

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