Belief is today an object of ridicule. To express an opinion is worthy of a few wide-eyed, frigid stares; to act on that opinion is indicative of insanity. A society permeated with political correctness and a vastly overexaggerated definition of tolerance has resulted in a situation where pluralism professes kingship and apathy has set in like rapidly-spreading cancer. The physical needs and desires are catered for with diligent devotion - the designer clothes, the widescreen, flatscreen TV, the organic, reduced-fat food, the Iphone and the AppleMac and the SatNav - while other facets of the human being are slowly starved and eventually die a slipping - away death.
For to be truly complete human beings, we must believe. And belief is only validated in supporting action, is only satisfied when it translates into works. Faith without works is dead. He who lives to satisfy the basic superficial needs of life cares only for part of himself. Refusing to probe into the potential of the soul and the depths of the mind is a tragedy, for it makes a man who is merely a carcass with no heart, a jewel box with nothing inside.
And so I take the plunge and dare to believe. I dare to pick up those tools with which each human being has been endowed and use them - cautiously at first and then with greater ease. I fill myself with something personal and original , so that when something else synthetic and man-made comes along to occupy empty space, I can politely smile and shake my head, because I have no vacancies.
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