You'd know the truth if these walls could sing.

More inanimate objects singing, eh?

YOU KNOW IT! \m/. >_< .\m/ Because that's cool. And realistic.

Funny word, that. People want me to be a realist, but also an optimist. I think this is odd, because realistically, a man can't come back from the dead after three days. People can't be healed by a single touch. And for SURE a guy didn't go riding to heaven in a flaming chariot.

It's just not realistic. Or is it? Who am I to trust: The God who was never began, and Who has no end, or some random people who won't make it to 130 years old?

That's an easy decision. Much like asking if I want a burrito. The answer is always...huh, I lost track of where I was going with that.

Of course, I suppose I can't go wandering around with my head in the clouds all my life. Or so I've been told. Frankly, this hasn't been much of a problem so far. Frankly X2, I'm not sure how I even am. But let's spin over to my realistic side. Or not. That'd get dangeresque.

Hmm...I'm talking entirely too cavalier right now. I have no idea where this is coming from, but noting the warning in my heart, I'll likely regret it if I went any further.

Point is, God loves you/me/us/everyone. He did rise from the grave, He did heal many people...and that, I think, is enough.

That's what I call realistic. And AWESOME.