Last night I questioned the existence of God again. Didn't think I'd come to this day so soon but alas, one can't avoid it when reflection involves recalling so many many things. I guess it really doesn't help when thoughts are deeply enmeshed in myriad of emotions. (Damn the hormones) 

Last night was a fierce battle between faith and pragmatism, believing in what is not seen and heard versus believing in only what is seen, optimism versus cynicism. Raising the same old questions again, the night that threatens to implode unto a state of "par excellence".