Susan Bundlie

<<I'd think it would be pretty warm and cushy to really believe in a
simple
religion, to love your bed even if it's not objectively a great bed, to
be
happy with your food without the whole-body-and-spirit angst and fear
about
where it came from and what's in it, to trust doctors without asking
questions, to just be content with what's on TV and to believe what's on
the
news and to feel safe because there are policemen on duty.

I want that life.>>

Oh, yes...I understand that. In fact, I've said similar words to a
couple of people I thought would understand and they were incredulous
that I even had the thought.

Especially the religion part. There's no way I can accept any religion
in totality--maybe bits of this and parts of that, but no one religion;
but just imagine "knowing" that you have a blueprint for living that is
"right". My mother's neighbor said once, after I made the comment that
no one really knows for certain what happens after death, "Oh, I KNOW
where I'm going." (to heaven). I remember thinking that she must not
TRULY believe that, or she'd be content all the time.

Susan