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"This is a church. You might think this is kind of funny. Im actually rather fond of religious fanatics. I cant help but think of myself as one. A man standing in the street asked me before I was about to make a left turn on my way to Taco Bell if I was a Christian. I couldnt tell him no for some reason. I should have screamed it in face. He noticed my hesitation and told me, 'Dont you be doubting.' I had the green arrow, during which I replied, 'Doubt and God cant exist in the same place.' I wonder if he knew what I meant. I knew what I meant, disingenuous as it might have been. Like a church marquee I had read a week earlier that said, God speaks in Silence. I understood it at once. Like a reflection of sun on a tablecloth. But its something that can be taken both ways. God doesnt say anything. Fair enough. Nothing to disagree with there. No one, least of all me, wants to bring God back from the dead. But after peeling back so many layers of nothing, how do we get around talking about Something? There are so many different names for the same thing. The more you try to be specific, the more untrue it all becomes. So then what do you say? How do you speak the truth?"
A moving image of a small child pasting black and white real estate photographs from a newspaper onto a piece of poster board. Theres a church on the corner of the little paper block and big block letters that say, GOD SPEAKS IN SILENCE. He looks thoughtfully into the camera and shrugs, with not a whole lot to say.
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