That was odd, is it me?

I was listening to a song that facilitated the best realization ever, but I did not like the song? What is music for?

Regardless, family life gives us the chance to really love. The more we love the more we understand God. Surely, I could do nothing, but he did it first. I learned that from Brigham Young, not face to face, mind you.

Sometimes people earn the right to suffer, it is what they want, so maybe it is not suffering at all, living as we expect might actually cause more of their kind of suffering.

No relevance to anything

I was thinking alot about a paper I wrote for a philosphy class, years ago,  and how strange it must have been for the teacher to consider what I crudely argued. It was supposed to be a research paper on Blaise Pascal's proof for the evidence of God. I, instead wrote my own proof, asking permission beforehand. My assertion was that there must be a God if we believe in justice. I also asserted that it was reasonable to believe such. I used a few supporting arguments which were easy and plain where justice was not evident in this life, so it must exist after mortality. Yeah, from there quite a journey of thought is pilgrimed before ending up comfortably accepting that because sonethings exist beyond what we percieve there was a God behind it all,  but I was young and fearless. I think I lacked so much of that disabling inhibition so I dared to say things  I never would except to my kids.