Dr. J. Budziszewski

So I was really, you know, pretty crazy.

And so it was really true when I said, so I can't tell anymore.

And so, okay, my tears dry up and I'm breathing normally.

And as I said when I told this story before, you know, the walls didn't open up and there were no choirs of angels and nothing like that happening.

I didn't hear Air on the String of G by Johann Sebastian Bach.

And I thought I was right.

I was talking to the wall.

But actually, I wasn't.

And he heard me.

And I had meant it.

You could have me.

And he showed me.

And it took about six weeks.

But it wasn't like all of a sudden, God is real.

Nothing like that.

And I didn't reason my way into faith.

I began to... There's a difference between recognizing your own condition and just being miserable.

You know, I was miserable.

Yeah.

And I knew I was miserable, but I told myself, like Nietzsche, well, I'm one of the few who can realize the emptiness at the heart of the universe and still live, walking on the rocky heights and breathing the thin air.