Thoughts of a loose Canon

Every time we cross the road at traffic lights we act on faith. Every time we post a letter we act on faith. I presume that the last step on the stairs will still be in place when I go up to bed. You are probably not one of the monks who pray every evening for the sun to reappear tomorrow, and get up at dawn to celebrate when it does; you take it on faith. There is nothing I can do, no action I can take, and I can't even think without relying implicitly on the universe that supports my existence. For practical purposes, our whole world works on, and depends on faith, yet few of us believe in it. In practice we rely on faith, but in theory we don't believe in it. See you next week.

Rev. I. Draper