I came across an interesting quote the other day:
"... Christians ... live in the strangest and most alien of worlds – a world where everything makes sense. Oddly, the lure is not that they have all the answers. Instead it is that they have dispensed with the need for questions. Their moral universe is stable. For them, it all works."
Deborah Orr, Independent, 13 December 2008
The more I thought about it, the more it resonated. In the early days of questioning my faith, my older cousin asked why I'd never asked those questions before. He found it particularly puzzling given my academic strengths. But the questions I started asking in my early 40s had never seriously surfaced in my mind before then. I don't know why. Maybe I was simply afraid of losing something precious, so I just shoved the questions away.
But then when I compare it with my trans-ness, I seem to have come to a contrary point - in that I just know I am trans even though there is no proof beyond that of my own recollections and experiences. There is no observable proof, no test that I can have, no physical indicator that I am what I say I am. Yet I fully accept it. Have I just switched one set of "don't asks" for another?
I must see if I can get an introductory philosophy text book some day.
