i need helpp,
Pawn some video games and get on a bus to Canada – it’s nicer up here anyways

Don’t worry about the bisexuality thing, or dwindling attractions to girls generally, if you’ve found the one, you’ve found her. Let neither Hell nor high water get in the way. I was in very much the same position albeit reversed, i.e. not attracted to men generally, and increasingly less attracted to them over time, but then there was this one guy who I felt totally different about. We used to literally fall asleep on the phone talking to each other through the night, and we could talk about anything. We’ve been married 11 years now, and it’s still like that – I can even talk to him about being gender-confused and he doesn’t mind

The point is, I realize that the part you’re going through now where you’re lonely and separated and too young to have complete control over your destiny is really intensely, and sometimes suicidally frustrating, but it does eventually come to an end.
Okay, w/r/t the whole atheism thing… The actual way that I got over it was to read Kierkegard’s
Fear and Trembling, Dostoyevski’s
Brother’s Karamazov, and Thomas Merton’s
Seven Story Mountain, all of them fascinating and beautiful books. I also had a Druid sorcerer pose a Zen koan for me that was really eye-opening, which isn’t a part of your typical conversion story…
I’ll try to synthesize down what I got out of all of that. Basically, you have the fact of a marvelously ordered, bizarre, improbable, wildly beautiful universe. You have the experience of it seeming to be replete with meanings, the sense that there’s a sort of electrified field of significance humming away beneath all of the banal surfaces, and that if you peeled it all back you would find something incomparable and mind-blowing. I could never get away from that, no matter how hard I tried to be an atheist. The overwhelming testimony of the beautiful kept making me think “This has to be the product of something, of an intentional mind, of someone who really cares enough to bother painting the backs of individual beatles, someone who takes the time to paint and repaint the skyscape every morning so that every conceivable variation gets played out. This has to be someone’s
magnum opus.” That in and of itself wasn’t enough, but it was certainly always there, playing in the background.
The second theme was that of faith. I realized at some point that the foundational starting point for any kind of belief is faith. A system cannot prove itself from within itself, it always has to refer to something outside of the system in order to obtain its own validation. So, for example, you can reasonably prove that it is reasonable to think and behave reasonably, but you can’t reasonably prove it without relying on the presumption that rational proofs have some sort of persuasive force in the first place. You can show experimental evidence for the validity of science, but you can’t prove experimentally that experimental evidence is valid. At the bottom of every knowledge system there’s an aporia, a hole in the reasoning where it turns back in and becomes self-referential. The only way to get out of this is by transcending the systems, by getting outside, by escaping from reason, sense, language, out into the darkness. By taking a leap of faith. Only through faith is knowledge or purpose of any kind possible. The options are absolute darkness, without anything on the other side of it, or else a willful decision to believe in things like Beauty, Truth, Goodness, Meaning, etc. As soon as I realized this I realized that the decision was one between total nihilism (a philosophy which I’d tried, and which drove me towards suicide), or some sort of transcendent and absolute foundation for Being. A transcendent Being, outside of all systems, which vouchsafed the existence of Goodness, Beauty and Truth…that sounded to me like God. Moreover, I realized that there’s just no reason to reject the proposition. If the “truth” is that truth is irrelevant, that goodness doesn’t exist, that beauty is just taste, and that human life is a meaningless accident, then the best thing to do, if you want to ensure your psychological survival, is to escape into a fantasy world where God exists and life has meaning. If God does exist, then the best thing to do is to know, love and serve Him. Either way, faith in God is a win-win proposition.
Finally there was the fact that when I tried to make that leap of faith, out into the darkness, I found
someone waiting there. God isn’t just a proposition, He’s a person, so you can meet Him, and get to know Him, and experience Him. For me, this took three months of praying every day, two or three times a day, for God to reveal Himself. In retrospect, I can see that He showed Himself to me a lot earlier than I noticed: it’s not so much that He was tardy in answering my prayer, as that I was a little slow on the uptake. But His presence is something that I keep returning to. He’s so beautiful, and so much more than anything that I could have imagined Him being. It’s like the ocean or the stars, something that just goes on and on, with depths that you could never hope to plumb. Only He’s the one who made the ocean and the stars, so in comparison to Him those things are finite and totally contained.
Hope that helps. Please ask about anything that doesn’t make sense
