Making Faith

"Dear Cafe Selavy,

I am not certain I agree with you about the faith gene thing. I have a strong compulsion toward faith, but recently I have left the church in which I was raised. I say this without great joy. I have come to a crisis of faith in which I find myself questioning my irrational beliefs. Religion, you see, is irrational by definition. Were it rational, it would be called science. But I want to believe in something, I know that. I am not strong enough to go it all alone. You seem to recognize that in one of your blog entries when you say to your friend who does not want to go on vacation alone, 'I know what you mean.' But perhaps I am reading too much into your words.

I do not know what I will do in the long run, but I am enjoying your stories and photographs, especially the Exotic Postcard series. In those, I think, you create a world that you can believe in, even a pagan religion, of sorts. It is a bit spooky for me, but it looks like great fun. Thanks,

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I saw Mongol for the second time last night. Mongolian audiences hated it, I hear, complaining that it was not accurate. But everybody knows that. What is?