More often than not, the Exorcist has an answer.
At least he thinks he does.
But the Exorcist has spent the greater part of this long rainy weekend searching for an answer that he has not yet found. Not one that satisfies all the questions, at any rate.No one has given me an answer and, I admit, I have been fretfully inarticulate in my stuttering replies to the many people who have directed their questions to me.
One friend suggested that the easy solution would be to stop questioning. But avoiding the question is neither easy nor a solution.
In my case, 28 years of life invested in an all-consuming institution founded as the living extention of the mission and inspiration of one man, make it morally indefensible to push aside the need for understanding... and meaning... and truth. Not asking ourselves the necessary question should make us a whole lot more uncomfortable than asking it honestly.
In my next post, the Exorcist will outline his attempt to come up with an answer.
Prepare to be dissatisfied.
I am.
