So, about 4:00 AM I’m awake thinking, among other things, “does the practice of my particular religious faith really help at all?” I thought about it hard, as one is apt to do at 4am, and realized that though I’ve made lots of mistakes in my life, the course of my life has, indeed, been altered for good in those times I chose the path of my faith, and so many times it would have lay in ruins if I had gone the other way. I only have today, but I’m glad for the little pieces I’ve been able to hold together. Stuff happens in the darkest of nights. Sometimes in those dark nights of the soul comes the light.