you call it blasphemy...

If I said God may have been an adulterer, would that offend you?  If so, leave.  If you think the superficial discussions in sunday school are all there is to the universe, you won't learn anything.  If you're willing to be guided by something other than a sheep-dog, you might enjoy this blog. But you better believe I'm right...  He COULD have been, and I'll explain this later.

I philosophize, if that's the verb for philosophy.  My emphasis (for this blog anyway) is applied religion and psychology.  That means taking the doctrines of the gospel and exploring all possible implications and applications.   What you'll find is that my logic is only an extension of well documented gospel principles.

The more I live, the more I realize all things in life are interconnected.  Imagine psychology mixed with science mixed with religion.  This is the best way I can describe my ideas and epiphanies.  Finding answers and explanations don't belittle God; for me, they make him even more real and personal.  

I'll get to the good stuff soon enough.

Prisonyard exercise

whooops! That shouldn't have slipped out of my mouth.  But it did, and now she'll never date me.

My body is the prison of my thoughts.  And one way or another, they're getting out.  What do I have against escaped convicts?  Nothing!  And neither does anybody else, as long as our escapees leave everyone alone.  Unfortunately for me, my prisoners have found a way to procreate inside my brain and the prison walls are bulging from the pressure.  Whatever that means...  Some of the more unruly inmates seem to come out from the woodwork just when the governor and his daughter are touring the prison grounds on an excursion I like to call the "first date."  

There's nothing wrong with these guys.  Just like everybody else, they're innocent (really)!  But let's face it:  black and white prison jumpsuits aren't the best first-impression attire. 

So I figured I'd start a blog (at the suggestion from my good friend Dianeyface).  Maybe if I can give my thoughts some mental exercise and expression, they won't feel the need to blurt out at the most inopportune of moments.