I imagine that the interaction of atoms and each electron trying to find its place back into its own orbital is like a waltz. This is how I imagine the orbits of the planets as well. It's all the same, micro versus macro. It's all music, and it's breathtaking.

I think it might be time to read Kepler, for that reason. Friends say it would resonate with me (no pun originally intended) on a lot of levels, and I figure they're probably right.

All this is what ultimately led me to paganism, way back when. The sabbats were like dancing with the planets. That was the only part that stuck for me, really. The universe was my God. And I still believe that, I just can't brainwash myself into the rest of it anymore. Too much science in my blood. Too much logic telling me otherwise.

Interestingly enough, logic still hasn't led me to atheism. Only hatred and denial has led me down that road, but I could never truly say, "I don't believe in God." I can only say, "I'd like to think I can ignore him for as long as humanly possible." Depending on my personality, I could convert to Christianity on my deathbed or take my hatred with me to the grave. I'd be fine with either one, because honestly, what will it matter once I'm dead? I don't believe in Hell, so what is there to stop me from saying "fuck it" and passing out without saying a prayer?

I'm much happier when I'm blatantly admitting that I love creation more than the creator. His work is brilliant, but I don't particularly like the guy.

Mm. My favorite topics. Science and religion, rolled into one. I love the contradiction, as well as how seamless I went with my train of thought.

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