#one thing leads to another i hate overthinking especially when i know it’s temporary

[princeofyorkshire]

i hate that healing is not linear cause i’d be feeling all positive and shit for a while then boom sad sad sad again and why does it feel good to be here why is it so comforting why does it feel like this is who i am and who i was always meant to be just a dumb girl who does not know how to deal w sadness in a healthy way and always end up relapsing and doesn’t even feel guilty about it. is it the familiarity of it all. is it the fact that i’m so used to this sadness that the second i get a taste of it i want more and more and stay here forever because it’s so familiar and painfully welcoming. why why why

[savage-rhi]

send me  ‘ 🖤 ‘  for our muses to go on an inexpensive, simple date Gene and Higgs :3

Coming right up cutie :D!

Gene sighed in relief, arms behind her head as she sunk further into the hot spring. The warm water soothed her aching muscles and feet from the long trip Higgs and she had from the last settlement. After stretching, Gene let her arms down into the water. She shuddered from the warmth traveling up her nerves and closed her eyes for a moment. Gene felt she could easily fall asleep with how peaceful things were. 

Her mind drifted from one thing to another as Gene found a spot in the spring pool to sit down. Higgs and her had been through a lot lately. Between nearly getting tagged by MULEs, to having an encounter with Homo Demens and almost getting captured, things had been rough. Gene counted Higgs and her lucky they were able to find an alternative route where MULEs wouldn’t go, and Homo Demens wouldn’t suspect to look. So far, it led them through a mountainside with a beautiful grassland at the bottom of the summit where they found the springs another hundred miles or so East. Despite the apprehension at first, Gene was thankful she listened to Higgs about taking this road. They had bickered and debated about it before Gene relented, not wanting to hear Higgs bitch further. 

As Gene got out of the spring and started to dry off, she couldn’t help but think about the rough patch Higgs and her had hit. Higgs had been distant, not really talking or saying much save for the occasional smart-ass remark. That was typical behavior, but usually, Higgs was more charismatic. Gene noticed Higgs’s stoicism was getting worse like there was something in the back of his mind he didn’t want to talk about. They had been friends for a good while, and Gene knew better than to pry unless Higgs was ready to talk.

“I thought you would have marinated longer in the spring.” Higgs said aloud, causing Gene to jump as she slipped her tank top on. She nearly stumbled backward from the shock of being surprised. Higgs chuckled, watching Gene catch herself. 

“Marinate? You’re making me sound like I’m a fucking rotisserie chicken.” Gene laughed, using a towel from her porter pack to dry her hair. 

“I’d take it as a compliment. You know, you’re ‘well seasoned’ as one could put it.” Higgs teased, causing Gene to roll her eyes. 

“Even for you, that was pretty stupid sounding.”

“Yeah, but you can’t kill me for trying, right? Anyway, hurry up pampering yourself.”

“Why? Are we in trouble?” Gene asked, feeling her nerves spike at the thought they were being chased down. Higgs shook his head, his lips slowly starting to form into a smile.

“Nah, but it’s a surprise. Here, put this on.” Higgs tossed a piece of black material towards Gene. She raised a brow, glancing between it and Higgs suspiciously. 

“You’re not gonna one up my ass like you did before right? When you tackled me into the lake near South Knot after you said you had something cool to show me?” 

Higgs laughed hard, recalling the memory in vivid detail. 

“When are you gonna let that go? For once, I ain’t fucking with you darlin’. Quit bitchin’ and just do it.” 

“Jesus, you’re in a mood.” Gene said sarcastically, getting Higgs to smirk as he watched Gene put the blindfold on. She let out a nervous puff of air, her body going stiff. Higgs debated about screwing with her, but relented. It would have screwed up what he had been working on while Gene had been bathing. 

Higgs quietly approached Gene, swallowing as he could feel himself getting cold feet. Nonetheless, he sighed and reached out, gently grabbing Gene’s right hand into his own. Higgs leaned down, picking up Gene’s porter pack with the delivery in tow while he led her back to camp. 

Gene was quiet, trying to keep her ears open for anything off. She still didn’t trust Higgs one hundred percent, especially as he stopped her.

“Higgs, what are we--”

Gene was surprised to feel his fingertips to her lips, shushing her without speaking. He carefully unbound the cloth from around Gene’s eyes, then stepped out of her way. Gene blinked a few times, getting adjusted to the dark. The last of the afternoon sky was starting to give way to stars.

The first thing Gene noticed was the campfire, the red and yellow colors catching her attention before her gaze darted over to where their sleeping mats were. Somehow Higgs managed to create a makeshift canopy out of long pieces of metal scrap and sticks. The canopy looked like it was a large flag at one point, the colors faded. Between their two sleeping mats, was a cardboard box and Gene could already feel the aroma of cheese and other ingredients invade her nose. Her stomach churned, gazing at some of the smaller details now. There were a bunch of makeshift candles lying about in cans and jars. It finally occurred to her why Higgs had been collecting weird things on the road in the last few days. 

“Holy crap.” Gene said quietly, smiling in awe at everything. He took his time to make their temporary camp feel like home and then some. 

Higgs, looking proud of himself didn’t say anything. He merely watched Gene, studying her reactions and where her eyes traveled. 

“I got us some real food.” Higgs finally said with a laugh, grabbing her hand without thinking and leading her to the canopy. He ducked down to get underneath then gestured for Gene to follow suit. Gene sat across from Higgs, watching as he playfully popped the lid open to reveal a giant pizza with practically everything one could think of. 

Gene let out a surprised laugh, shaking her head. “I’m not even gonna ask who’s camp you stole this from.” 

“Contrary to what you’re thinkin’, I didn’t steal this from another camp. I just teleported to a place I used to eat at then I stole it.” Higgs chuckled followed by Gene. 

“Oh, almost forgot. Stole these too.” Higgs turned around, reaching from behind to grab two bottles of beer. He gently tossed one to Gene as she quickly popped the cap open and started to drink. She could feel the bubbles from the froth pop in her mouth. 

“You really outdid yourself.” Gene said as Higgs shrugged with a smirk.

“I tried to.” Higgs said then started digging into the pizza. Gene, feeling really hungry went for a piece herself. They ate quietly for a while, talking in between bites and drinking beer. Eventually, they settled back into their old routines. 

Higgs was being his usual self, all jokes and nonsense while Gene teased and tried to one-up his antics. The two played and countered each other, having several laughing fits. Gene was nearly dying, holding onto her gut as Higgs did some voice impressions that she didn’t think was physically possible for him to pull off. 

“What the hell was that?” Gene exclaimed between laughs as Higgs started to break character, his own laughing pouring out of him. 

“I don’t even know anymore darlin’. I’m just as fucking clueless as you are!” Higgs said honestly, managing to reach over to the bottle of beer he had and started drinking again. 

“You sounded like a horse muppet having a stroke!” Gene wheezed as Higgs made a face, spitting out a good portion of the beer before he playfully slugged Gene several times and laughed.

“Fuck you! You made me waste most of the beer!” 

“Try not sounding like a dying camel next time!”

“First it was a muppet horse, now I’m a camel? Jesus, make up your mind.” 

“I’d hate to hear what your mating call would be.” Gene laughed, letting out a final wheeze as she took in a deep breath. While composing herself, Higgs’s face flushed a little as he looked Gene over. A mischievous smirk crossing his features as he gestured. 

“What about you?” Higgs asked as Gene looked over at him, quirking a brow.

“What about me?” 

“If you had a mating call, what would it be?” Higgs asked, watching as Gene made a face then hummed in thought. He was amused at the deep contemplation she had in her eyes while rubbing her chin in thought. Higgs was about to change the subject, believing Gene was overthinking until a series of clicks and guttural sounds erupted from her mouth. The noises sent Higgs into a hoot. He bellowed as Gene covered her mouth trying to stifle her laughter. She was thankful he couldn’t see how pink her cheeks had gotten. 

“Wow, great dolphin goat you got going on there!” Higgs said, giving a few claps. Gene reached over and punched his shoulder, getting him to rub at the spot while they both chuckled. 

“It’s better than your muppet horse.” Gene said bluntly to which Higgs nodded. 

“That’s fair. Though, I think if you added a howl you might’ve been onto somethin’. Who knows what you could attract.” 

“Maybe a dying camel.” Gene snorted as Higgs let out a nervous laugh. The two going silent for a time as a wave of tension crossed both their paths. 

“Higgs?”

“Hmm?” 

Higgs furrowed his brows, seeing Gene’s features change. She looked worried about something. 

“Why did you do all this?” She asked curiously, the light in her eyes returning as Higgs let out a deep breath. Sooner or later she was going to ask, but he honestly didn’t know how to answer. Higgs didn’t want to flat out call this a date, even though that was what he had in mind.

“Thought we both could use a break. Been tense lately. You know?” Higgs managed to say, giving a small shrug for emphasis like it was no skin off his back. He could feel Gene’s eyes roam over his body, making him shudder. 

“I love everything you did, and I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried about you. You hadn’t talked much. I thought I pissed you off or something.” Gene said, resting a hand on his shoulder. Higgs blinked a few times, not sure what to say as he watched Gene stretch her arms. 

“I think I’m gonna hit the hay. I’m feeling that beer kicking in.” Gene said. 

“Gene, wait.”

Gene slowly put her arms down, watching as Higgs nervously reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. His touch was gentle but firm, eyes looking right into Gene’s as she felt her breath hitch. 

“Do you trust me?” Higgs asked quietly, watching as Gene smiled and let out a sigh. She gave a nod. 

“Yeah, we’re friends, right?” Gene said then watched as Higgs’s eyes gazed at her lips then back at her eyes. She went silent, putting two and two together. Gene froze, feeling her heartbeat skyrocket as Higgs leaned in close. His nose nuzzling against hers. She could feel his warm breath against her face, shuddering as his left hand moved from her shoulder and caressed her cheek while pulling her into a careful kiss. 

It lasted a few seconds, and Higgs pulled back trying to gauge her reaction only for them to both meet in the middle. Feeling bold, Higgs groaned against her mouth. He was surprised when Gene took charge and began kissing back rougher. Higgs smiled against her, then felt her tongue run along his bottom lip. His spine trembled as he pulled Gene closer to his body. Their kiss became more passionate over time, tasting and feeling the texture of each other’s mouths and tongues before stopping for breath. 

Gene leaned her forehead against Higgs, her hand reaching up to gently massage the scruff on his cheek as she peered at his eyes, seeing how blown his pupils were. He was staring at her like she was the whole world looking right back at him. 

“How long have you wanted to do that?” Gene asked with a tired laugh, her fingertips still caressing his skin while Higgs let out a huff, smiling proudly as he closed his eyes and inhaled her scent, nose nudging hers affectionately. 

“Longer than you think. We still friends, darlin’?” Higgs mused. 

“Hmm hmm.” Gene nodded, smiling nearly ear to ear as she leaned up and captured his mouth against hers again. 

“Not bad for a first date, right?” Higgs said between kisses as Gene moaned then smiled against his mouth. 

“Higgs, shut up.” 

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[cgcpoems]

VIRGO: So, you’re finally figuring out where the pieces of your life are supposed to fit together and ‘relief’ is a bit of an understatement. There was a time in which your existence felt a lot like trying to finish a puzzle while blindfolded: all of the parts within reach yet, still so far away. But you kept going and you found yourself again and I hope that you’re proud. I hope that when you go to sleep at night you feel comfortable with your decisions and all of the things you’ve been strong enough to overcome. I can’t promise that you won’t find yourself faced with broken things in need of fixing again, but I can promise that you’ll be able to put it back together. You always do. LIBRA: It seems like every time you leave the house nowadays you brace yourself for impact, which is another way of saying that you’ve had to abandon being soft in order to survive. You’ve had to use your voice to ask for things that your earlier self would’ve shoved under the carpet. And while that’s definitely something to be proud of, the strength you’ve found within yourself, don’t let that close you off to all of the joy that accompanies being kind and open. It’s possible to stand your ground with open palms; asking for what you deserve and embracing the gentler aspects of life aren’t mutually exclusive. They never will be unless you let them. SCORPIO: I know that it’s hard to refrain from comparing yourself to every person you meet, but you have to remember that not everybody has had the same background as you. Not everybody understands the feeling that comes with being told you’re not good enough, or the feeling of realizing that the people you thought were friends had been bringing you so far down that your back was flat against the floor. You haven’t fallen behind or lost your way just because you’ve had to take a few detours in order to find yourself. You’re trying your best, and your best is more than good enough. Someday you’ll be grateful that you kept on fighting. SAGITTARIUS: Recently you felt the spark that can only ever mean something is beginning; it’s unfortunate that sometimes this also indicates that another thing is ending. And while that’s typically sad, an event you’re bound to mourn, every closed door is an opportunity to turn yourself around and have an experience that you wouldn’t normally. Eras will end as you continue to grow into yourself, and that doesn’t mean that they’re THE end. Be self-aware and work some more on loving yourself as you embrace these fresh starts and their accompanying lifestyle changes; there’s nothing shameful about being a fan of yourself. CAPRICORN: One of the hardest things you’ll ever have to learn is that sometimes people leave and there isn’t a reason or a motive behind it, they just go. And that doesn’t mean that you did anything to instigate this, or that you push where others pull; it just means that because of whatever external reason, something wasn’t quite right. There’s no reason to make lists of all the people that you feel you’ve driven away when there are others beside you that are supportive, wanting only to shower you in the affection that you dole out so generously. The way that your peers choose to exit your life is always going to be a choice that they make themselves. You are not a burden. AQUARIUS: You don’t have to treat every beautiful thing that waltzes into your path as if it’s temporary, bound to disappear as soon as you look away. I know that it’s hard to take good fortune with anything other than a grain of salt after everything you’ve lost, but perpetually being in a state of worry when you have no reason to be so is ridiculous. Your potential for happiness is so much greater than you’re allowing yourself to have. There aren’t limits or rules when it comes to the progress you make and the people you invite into your life. If you spend all of your time walking on eggshells, you’ll never able to leave your mark. Be bold. Be genuine. PISCES: You’ve been taking happy vibes to the next level lately and that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I know occasionally you start thinking that maybe you don’t deserve to be feeling this light, or that there are more pressing aspects of your life that you should be devoting your attention to, but what you’re doing right now is more than okay. It’s encouraged, in fact. Try not to hold yourself to a higher standard than you would hold the people that you love to. The perfectionist that shows up within you very once in awhile to make unnecessary comments about your progress isn’t the boss of you, you’re the boss of it. Allow yourself to be happy without any strings attached. ARIES: It always takes time to adjust to a situation that you’ve never been in before, especially when you’re doing it all by yourself. Don’t forget that you’ve seen and conquered cities much bigger than this one. I know that everything in you wants to make a snap judgement regarding whether or not you like the direction you’re walking in, but try to refrain from doing so too soon as it could change your perception of an otherwise lovely experience. Give this road a chance before re-routing and switching courses altogether. Listen to your gut, you know more than anybody else what will benefit you most in the long run. TAURUS: Are your days really blurring together, or are you so afraid of feeling something new that you’re hiding behind the safety of monotony? Sure, you’re stuck in more than a couple of ways, nobody’s denying that you’ve faced more than your share of quicksand. But something you should consider is how your actions play into that. I think there’s a sort of comfort in being stationary, as you know exactly what to expect, but I also think that you deserve a better quality of life than you’re currently getting and some of the responsibility for changing that rests on your shoulders. Try something new this month and see what happens next. GEMINI: The heat of summer has peaked and descended and you’re finally able to leave the house without getting burned. This means that it’s time to refamiliarize yourself with your surroundings, because in the midst of life and all its trials I think you’ve forgotten about what’s in front of you. Examining the ground that your feet touch day after day, with eyes that are wise and observant and actually looking, can lead to revelations about yourself. I know that you’ve felt the holes in your life as of late and you’ve been looking for something to fill them, and the materials to do this are closer than you think. You might already be holding them. CANCER: It’s really easy to overthink your choices when you’ve become accustomed to exposing the soft parts of yourself only to be handled roughly and without the right amount of care. And yet despite your history of hurt you’re still choosing to try again, which says a lot more about you than other people’s actions ever could. Nobody is going to hate you for laying bare your heart and soul, and if they do then that means they don’t deserve to see it anyways. You are allowed to feel proud of your accomplishments and you’re allowed to be vocal about it. Don’t be hesitant with self praise and accepting it from others. Everyone’s rooting for you. LEO: Your environment lately has been hectic, to say the least, and that’s starting to take a toll on you more than you can probably see. I know that it feels as though you don’t have time to take a break, and that in order to cross-off every task on your never-ending to-do list you need to constantly be on the run, but that’s just your anxiety talking. While time is a constant wave that we’re all riding, that doesn’t mean you can’t lay back and enjoy the view as you float. Caring for yourself will never be detrimental to your progress, as the health of your mind and body are crucial when it comes to success. Give yourself a break for not being a superhero.

SEPTEMBER HOROSCOPES, by Caitlin Conlon

[she-shall-conquer]

Suspension of Disbelief

temporarily allow oneself to believe something that is not true, especially in order to enjoy a work of fiction.

(upon the viewing of Collateral Beauty) 

When I was turning 15, I was thrown my first surprise party. It’s always something I secretly hoped would happen at some point or other, but being the designated planner, I was normally the one organising for everyone else. I am also generally good at finding out what’s going on, so this makes it rather impossible. So the weeks went by before hand and the week leading up to it, there were hushed murmurs and odd looks, pretences of engagements and everything else – I left it be, I wanted a surprise, I didn’t want to figure it out. In the back of my mind I knew and suspected it, but I “suspended my disbelief”, in that  I knew it was happening but I pretended that I didn’t know so that I could be surprised – so that I could let the universe tell it’s story in it’s own way.

i managed to keep this going up until the actual day. It was a horrible day at school; all my friends were on camp and we had a PhysEd class for which I had forgotten to pack sports clothes, forcing me to do it in my school dress. At the end of the day while waiting to be picked up, a girl from my youth group came up to me and nonchalantly asked:

“Are you going to Jay’s surprise party tonight?”

Rage filled me and I tried to regain any form of calm and focus left in me when I asked back:

“You know my name is Jay right?”

“Yeah” She replied, still oblivious to her cruelty.

“And you know it’s my birthday today right”

“Yeah?”, she said perplexed by the obvious irritation in my voice.

I paused, hoping that the pieces would fall into place – which they didn’t. So I continued the train of logic she was obviously missing.

“Well you don’t think that maybe it’s my surprise party seeing as there are no other Jays?”

Realisation eventually came over her face and she realised her blunder quite unapologetically which enraged me even more. I then had to pretend that it was a surprise that evening when I walked in.

The point is this: I had suspended my belief through much effort and she had sabotaged that, with no care or second thought and thus sabotaged my story.

So it goes in the movies too, you get a special kind of annoying where people try predict the ending, when the movie isn’t a detective movie, or a thriller, or one where the man characters are trying to guess what’s happening – if the main character is doing it, you can do it, I’m pretty sure that’s how it works… As a patron of the arts (including the art of life) part of your job as the audience is to play along in the story, and while sometimes the fourth wall is broken and you are allowed to return back to the place where you are a person watching a make-believe play, as soon as you walk in those doors and sit down, you are a part of the story, you are a bystander in whatever world and reality the story exists in and you have given over your control of yourself and sometimes even your ability to think and placed it in the hands of the story tellers, it’s so vitally important for the audience to understand this.

We know the hero will overcome but we “suspend belief” when he is encountering adversity, because we are being taken on his journey – when he hurts, we hurt – and so we endure a greater loss if the hero dies or does not succeed, because we take that upon ourselves. The truth is, while the art of telling the story lies on the performer and the story itself, there is a responsibility that falls on the audience, which any performer can attest to. The performer needs your trust, your suspended disbelief and your vulnerability to take you on the journey of this story. Many of the prologues in Shakespeare do exactly that, they ask for your trust and establish a rapport and understanding, and when it feels betrayed such as in tragedies like Romeo and Juliet, the epilogue consoles and puts all the pieces back together again. Audiences are no longer what they were and the arts are no longer the same. Audiences have become selfish and cold and miserly in their trust and vulnerability, which is all but encouraged through going to the movies. As you sit alone, or with company, but yet still alone without talking in the large comfort-oriented seats, perhaps in an empty cinema, and watch the projection on the screen, it is easy to forget that the images and people up there beg for your trust and attention, and its even easier not to give it because it’s not a real person in from of you and, well, you may not be cultured enough to be aware of this.

As a child, I was sucked into worlds and stories and let them captivate me. Perhaps it was the nightly readings of Narnia, or the adventures of King David that spurred the wonder and awe in my heart for a story, a hero, and a gripping tale. I remember the disappointment I felt the day I asked my mom to tell me another parable, and she said there were none left.

When I watch a movie, I don’t just watch a movie, I become a part of the movie and the movie becomes a part of me. Because of the way our health insurance worked, when I was a kid, I could go to movies for free before 7pm, and so I went, regularly, often by myself, because really it’s hard to go with someone else – not everyone will allow themselves to trust the story, and so it really is more like a television, where they are casually observing a piece of something while remaining in their world (I guess that’s how I feel about most sport). At some point this became a problem, because I would take on the emotional problems of the characters and their struggles, and so, my greatest challenge often remains finding myself again after watching a movie. Even in drama class I had to stop, I kept taking on the emotional baggage of the characters I was playing, and it became too much at some point.

One of the biggest offences when watching a movie with me is if you try and predict what’s going to happen before it happens, especially when it’s not that kind of movie. You are entitled to your suspicions, but you should know that firstly, I’ve probably already thought about it and then pushed it aside to exercise my suspension of disbelief, because it brings me more joy to stay in the story with the character, and while the clues are put out there, if the story hasn’t told me, then I have no right to know until it explicitly says I may, much like I would have no right to ruin an engagement by predicting it to the person in question as it violates trust. What I hate most about LalaLand is that it not only breaks trust by having a sad ending, but it then goes on to rub that sad ending in your face with no resolve, a slap in the face for trusting the story.

Could it be that we have fostered a dangerously bitter relationship wit our suspension of disbelief, could it be that this mechanism which we use to enjoy stories told to us could also be instrumental in our faith?

Faith could very literally be described as the suspension of disbelief, of trusting despite what we are seeing and encountering in the circumstances where we find ourselves, and on the back of Tolkien’s beautiful essay on the human necessity for fairytales, do we not need stories to teach us this suspension of disbelief (or faith), that we use when we exercise and we don’t see muscles the next day, when we put hard work in and face our own adversities in good faith for favourable results, and even when they don’t come, we know that we are the main characters of of our own stories and so we hold out faith for something better and actively pursue it.

It could also be argued that this is altogether wrapped up in faith in God, where we trust Him as the teller of our stories, and that while we may not understand presently, that there will be good in the end. This can be monumentally hard sometimes, for the pain that comes in life is often unbearable and far beyond what we ever imagined. How then can we still trust? When we are so utterly betrayed?

Well. We have stories, and while it does not make it okay, it does not take the darkness and hurt away, but it does remind us that in time, the darkness may not be as heavy as it is currently and that there is more and far better that lies ahead. This disbelief caused by our circumstances can be suspended temporarily till the light comes.

In stories such as the Life of Pi, this feels utterly abused, as at the end of the story it is revealed that not only has the entire story been a suspension of disbelief, but when the truth is given, the audience, or reader is invited to sustain their suspension of disbelief as they already to with whatever religion they subscribe to, because religion is ultimately just a candy coating to help us better deal with the true story. This being contrary to the the theological understanding that earth is the more temporary and that the afterlife is the greater place to live for, to live from and to experience in this life, thereby adding and enriching, not making up a story to pretend life is better than it is. Faith is insulted and patronised.

All things  considered, could it be suggested that perhaps loss is most difficult for us, and denial is sometimes the first reaction (before the shock sets it) because of our suspended belief mechanism, where we can endure temporary hardship because of the better ending, and when loss occurs, we lose the ending we were looking forward to (which again could be argued to be the result of trying to overthink the ending and that a good ending may not look like we originally expect)?

I know that recently, after loss, my first reaction was that surely there must be something that can be done, something else, and so the bargaining of grief begins and we rack our minds trying to find some other alternative, anything that can be done. We become numb because the pain is so great that it becomes too much to  deal with, and so we suspend our pain until we feel with have capacity and safety to begin dealing with it.

Humans aren’t made for goodbyes, we are made with eternity in mind; immortality etched on our hearts and transcendence, the gleam in our eyes. Shaped and formed in the likeness of the the Eternal, and yet we do not trust, we cannot trust, we have seen too much, fallen too far, and like Habakkuk, our plea for justice and an end to violence and wickedness rings out and tires our weary hearts. Gently He comes and lifts our eyes, to see what He sees, to look above and beyond, to view in a new perspective – a perspective where He is King, where He is sovereign, and where we are the audience, we partake, we trust, we follow, and we act as He tells His story. When we remember that we don’t know everything, when we stop being angered by the story being ruined, when we can stand in awe and put our trust in the Master Storyteller, and be content to be a part of the solution and the answer, even though it may not look like we thought it did, then can our hearts be at peace, and so we can, like Habakkuk say that all we know and are lies in ruins, and yet we still trust, we can push aside our disbelief, because the story of which we are a part of is so much greater.

And so faith is in someways so much more simple and natural to us, for it us allowing our stories to be told by Him who began it. And so that as with a suspended chord, we hold onto our faith when the music changes and persist till the recapitulation and final cadence commences.