In which I long to return to church, not to worship a god, but to spend time with family and friends.
In which my spiritual journey leads me to become an atheist.
In which I continue the history of my spiritual journey. In which I the beliefs of my childhood are challenged by higher education.
In which I describe the origin of my spiritual beliefs.
In which I do a very stupid thing and play soccer on my injured knee.
In which my shoulder pain is diagnosed as adhesive capsulitis.
In which I remember how important Star Wars was to me in my youth.
In which I loved U2. (Loved, not love.)
In which I remember my father and his guitar.
In which three-week-old garlic-onion soup makes me sick sick sick on the day Fellowship of the Ring opens.