Well, I suppose there's nothing strange about that--struggle is my game. Self-doubt, cynicism and lack of confidence are my drugs, and I both pedal them and steal from my own stash. But this one was different because, for a little while, I was thinking that I was making a declaration, that I was making a pronouncement on an entire subject--an entire religion, no less. So I did what I do--"oh, who am I to say? I don't know anything, there are far smarter people who have put far more thought into this, and I'm just going to sound like an idiot."
But then I came to my senses. I'm not offering answers. I am not telling you the way that it is. I am not telling you the Truth With A Capital T. I'm only offering you one thing--my perspective. And my perspective is only worth whatever it is worth to you, which is only subjective. I offer my perspective on the world because I like hearing other people's perspectives. Some I agree with, some I disagree with, some bore me to death--and some change my life. I don't need to worry about misleading some, or being wrong. All I have right now is my perspective, and I feel like floating it out into the world. I may come back to it in five years and laugh at how wrong I was. Or not. It doesn't really matter. Life is a wardrobe--it takes a long time to find the perfect outfit.