Spirituality

The experiences have been varied, but they seem to further exaggerate my identity rather than to change or alter in any significant ways.  I still have a penchant for naiveté, for childish humor, and for drama.  I am traveling because it is an extension of who I am now, not who I will be.

Mountains, holding up the skies, on both sides. The waters, under the crush of their own weight, hurried along below. Trees and skies and earth and water.

Tropical thunderstorms are gorgeous, especially after a day scorched by the spinning sun. It hit me as I watched the rain from the Temerloh bus station, waiting to connect to Jeremut, that I've got my travel mojo back.

Bought a tom yum soup (second of the day) and suddenly God pops into my head. He wasn't decked out in a beard today... just sort of a white blob.

So the National Geographic's episode on the Gospel of Judas was really interesting.  It starts out as a predictable 'whodunit' detective series on how the codex was discovered, bought, stolen, bought, and analyzed, with predictable re-enactments.

One thing about traveling is that people open up on the road.  More so, I think Eastern cultures besides the US/Europe are more opened spiritual discussions – spirituality is more ingrained in a person's daily life.