Communicating with my traffic jam The air burns with the unbearable stench of pubescent cries. The sharp mahogany desks are stained by the spittle of the novice speaker. Once hardy shelves now allow the force of pages of evidence and gold tinted trophies to distort their shape. The red carpet walls are immune to the perpetuation of failure. Many say the debate room is uncharted by light, but I see the room's innovation as a form of light. It'...

Experimenting with the unknown I remember the informality of my mind when I lost my faith. Lingering about the philosophical concept of an authoritarian deity or an omnipresent Christ left me more unsettled than the complexity of the philosophy library. What my mother considers to be a cute inquisition is actually me trying to study scientific theism or determine whether a God put the God in God particle. Such informality, though, has opened more doors of discovery than it has...

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