loptr

As far as I can see, most people don't think very much about what they believe. They get by, reacting, living with and for what they love or like, and in opposition to what they find unpleasant.

When I was younger, I thought that was a frightening, horrible thing -- that people like that were some kind of zombie or monster.

Now, somehow, I find it comforting. At least they're not zealots. They're just regular people. That's what being regular people mean.

What happened in the interim? Maybe I figured out that never being able to be one of them wasn't the absolutely good thing I thought it would be...