Weather Bomb of Memories

The recent Great Flood of 2013 created a scenario in our basement where I had to start going through a couple of things. We were spared what could have been much worse as only about 10mm of water actually infiltrated the basement. I think I know the cause, but I don't know. But anyway, in going through things I came across an old bible, some letters and pictures dating back to what appears to be 1993. I have fond memories of that time. It was about first, real loves, how I use to think (a friend of mine reminded me of that later in a Facebook PM), and the goings on in life. Hell, even the Toronto sport scene was much better then.

Like I said, those memories are fond. But they don't come without pain either. As I sit here and type this, I'm at times left wondering....what the hell was I thinking? Times have changed. I no longer worry myself about scriptural literalism, dispensationalism (thanks unnamed friend!), or worry about things that now I feel have very little merit in the grand picture that I see now.

Oh well...It was a fun ride. I figure that bible of mine has some monetary value and will be placed among my other books, out of the damp and cold basement and in a more dignified position of a dry bookcase. No book really should suffer a damp fate.

Cheers.

The End First

I took this pic (Flower Pot Island, Ontario) long after my slow deconversion from Christianity through Deism to Atheism and it sums up where I am now. But it wasn't always so. Those very same rocks I stood on, photographed and explained looked very different to me years ago. I was fed lies about them. And spread the very same lies about them to others. Ultimately the "idiot" in the story is me. Former Idiot now. This blog will tell that story, piece by piece, little by little. And other ramblings.