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My new roommate just quoted a Bible story to me.

From the Old Testament, no less.

Uh-oh.

Then again, maybe I need a good sturdy dose of god. The problem is, my roommate feels secure in knowing he's loved by God and there's a Heaven and he knows what's right and what's wrong, all because he CHOSE to have faith. He's lucky.

I don't know how to make that choice. It's like being colorblind--you simply can't conceptualize of it.