Woozle/Jenny/note/016/frag/5

can't I explain my actions? Because they don't make sense. They are spurred by feelings and by emotions that aren't logical.

Humans aren't logical – so they believe in God. It's a nice thing to believe in. They don't need a formula to prove that God exists – they know he does.

I can see the pines of the golf-course from my window – they are my horizon.

After World War Two they found in a Nazi concentration camp scratched on a fecne post these words:

I Believe in the sun,
Even when it isn't shining
I believe in love,
Even when there's no one there
And I believe in God,
Even when He is silent.

Bye for now,
M.O.T.C.P.S.A.O.I.G.O.W.T.T.W.