He's a religious guy. There's nothing wrong with that but I can't say the same for myself. He's a baptist. We have similar personalities, interests, and mannerisms. Sometimes we get to talking and I forgot how different we really are. I support him being religious. I wish I felt the same way about the universe. I like that he has something to motivate him to be better. Some people have nothing to keep them moving. I like that he has somewhere to turn, I like that he has assigned meaning to life. I see so much of myself in him. I know that he cannot do life without reason. I think, sometimes, that he turned to God in an act of desperation; that maybe it's delusions of grandeur. He sees meaning where he wants to see meaning. I see myself in him. I wonder if he sees himself in me.
