Does that make sense?

I was brought up. To think logically. Scientifically. But when I applied that approach. To religion. And spirituality. That drew me in the direction of agnosticism. Constantly living a life of doubt.  And absurdity. Yes, I concluded. That I live in a complex and absurd world. Therefore, that allowed me to be complex and absurd. To follow my inclinations. To opt in favor. Of whatever I want to be.  To make me most comfortable. In my own skin. I was free. To create my own essence. My own being. My own self. No matter how absurd that might sound. To others. I’m in a constant state of creation. Makes me feel a little bit like a god. With no boundaries. Other than my conscience. I make up my own rules. But I recognize that. When thinking logically. That allows others to make up their homemade rules. And that creates conflicts. Clashes. Especially in the political realm. I find myself caught up in the tangle. A mess, of sorts. It poses danger. Every day. Unless I find ways to steer clear. To hideaway. In remote corners of the world. In the woods. In Minnesota. Or on a tiny island. In the Mediterranean Sea.  Even in a big and congested city. I can find places to hide. In peace and solitude. I am able to retreat. Into my dream world. And make it feel real. Perhaps that is why I have become a writer. And a creator. In my own way. Does that make sense? --Jim Broede