I don't know where I stand anymore. But what the hell, that's a cool kind of freedom: A god, yes, but one without identity or authority, and a blank slate of moral and ethical guidelines to be filled in and erased when it suits me fine. That's kind of life at it's fullest. But somehow I seem compelled to atleast believe in something. Perhaps I'm not searching for principals, but security. It's been a long time since I've indulged in a good bath of a nice secure warm feeling that if the roof caved in on my head, I'd wake up exactly where I wanted to be. You know, maybe a Codeine high for an eternity or life's best orgasm for a million years or so. Then when I tired of all that, I'd like to cash in on all my good deeds and return into eternal nothingness. Heaven's a place where nothing happens....