Essays & Miscellany
A few weeks ago, at the Meeting House in Bethesda, Zach was breathing too loudly while he was sitting in quiet contemplation for the still small voice of God. A woman in front of us, panicked but also terrible, kept turning around. Zach's eyes were closed, because, again, as I said, he was sitting in quiet contemplation for the still small voice of God that comes from within. His breathing shouldn't have been a prob-- I'm getting ahead of myself.
Belief is a slippery thing to write about -- it can feel instructional, when you're really just trying to work things out; or self-congratulatory, when you are actually trying to interrogate what it is you believe. Putting your belief(s) in writing can also feel final: It's in words because now it's true.
I am very close to finding God.
This is best read by those who have already seen the documentary, but it’s your one wild and precious life, so gey gezunt. It’s just, so much of the power of this movie comes from not knowing what you’re about to see at all -- going in with your own expectations, anticipating what a true… Continue reading “From what I heard, and kind of put together…”: Casting JonBenet
As we talked about several months ago, my shrink suddenly explained that he actually wasn't taking my insurance at the moment and I found myself sort of cast adrift, therapeutically, until I realized that my barber, David, could see ghosts and told me a very complicated story about a little girl who haunted this house… Continue reading “Your Belief Undoes Your Disbelief”
Mike Bevel 