Journal Entry
02/14/2002 04:12 a.m.
As I sit here, and think back to my thoughts that I had in church this evening, I wonder how many thoughts repeat themselves every time I take a step inside it. We sing praise, but how many of the people sing the words does it really mean anything to them? Do they sing because they are religious and devout, or do they sing cause the person in the front of the church says "please join me in singing ..."? Do they go to church cause they have to, or because they actually want to? Many times the thought comes to me, that we sound like a group of brainwashed people. We repeat the same things over and over, as if we didn't hear ourselves or the congregation the first, or the second time. And I think its kind of hard to miss what is being said when a group that large says the same thing at once, and inside a building no less... I lost my train of thought of where I was going with this. Oh well, I might be able to remember later, and the next station.
I am currently Detached
I am listening to Blackmore's Night: Fires at Midnight: Village on the Sand