Near Wild Heaven

I started the first essay, under the category faith, as an expression of what I considered beautiful about my faith. The second was a challenge to that, to view the world as having no cosmic truth, to see if I could envision a world without a purpose. They were both written more or less at the same time.

I tried to let both essays write themselves, and I was especially unsure how the second would end, but I expected that it would bring forth an absurd truth, something that had to be refused. At the time, it didn't resolve itself, and I now see it as a hallmark of my crisis of faith.

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