Everybody's got a hungry heart.

Dear Readers,

It's gnawing at me today, but I can't tell you what it is. It could be the fist-sized organ tucked away under layers of flesh, bone, and other essential organs. Or it could be that "lonely organ", perhaps speculative in nature, and whose exact location remains unknown. God knows we have searched for it.

They both must be fed, every day. The appetite itself is easily satisfied. Our physical stomach won't know the difference between brussell sprouts and chocolate; when it is full it is full. The "lonely organ" is almost as easily satisfied, in today's post-modern cafeteria. A bit of Buddhist meditation, a smattering of New Age mystics, a few Eastern Orthodox rituals, and a regimen of Thai Chi. The "lonely organ" could survive on a diet like this, for awhile. It isn't exactly unpalatable fare; almost certainly more readily swallowed than the Christian discipline of history.

Maybe there is a simple explanation for this soul-hunger. It just feels like my pills didn't work today.

Your Friendly, Neighborhood Apatheist,

~Bill