And although we did not believe in God
the grey skies fell, we felt the pressure drop
and we were feeling down,
how sad it was that we could not believe
we all said hallelujah
we all want answers anyways

Today my chem teacher told me that his grandmother was "dying". At the moment, I feel like I am in the act of "living". I wondered when is that apex, that sudden climactic swoop from living to dying, or whether its a crumbling, deteriorating slow tumble into dying, or whether its a quick rug out from underneath our feet that we dont notice until we are falling.

Also in history class, we talked about the Salem witch trials, and how that era was a very superstitious time because there were many things that they were not advanced enough yet to know. Where science stopped, superstition began. People were killed

It struck me (and truly- i am not meaning to be offensive to anyone who is religious. i am merely musing) that it seems like in today's world, where science stops religion takes over. And I wonder in a thousand years if people will look back with the same contempt or disbelief as we look back at those supersitious salem residents. Becuase relgious groups do tend to ostrasize groups of people of other religions, or other sexualities, and this just seems too intolerant to be divine, pure truth, to me at least. And I wonder that if science continues, if we keep discovering, what else will soon sound foolish or desperate? As times change, I feel like the only constants that stay accepted are acceptance. Or compassion, or understanding, or ingenuity.

I also realized today that social standings do not apply in the slightest to my perceptions of life. I am only acutely aware of myself, in other's eyes. Or what others' eyes percieve me to be in other's eyes. I was touched by your vulnerability, carefully signed and sealed in that note, the things you cant say while looking us in the eye. What is our culture's obsessions with eyes? I look into them and I see whorls of color but no meaning.