Stupid Questions

Questions linger on the tip of my tongue that I'm unwilling to ask for fear of hearing the wrong answer. It's something I want so much and so willing to work towards, but I detest disappointment and sorrow. The question I ask to my self: Is it better to know the truth and be able to pursue happiness or is it better to live in ignorant bliss with the ideal outcome providing happiness?

I guess I need to explain a bit about my belief system. My outlook tends to be agnostic, believing that there is something larger than us as humans out there. I don't believe this larger entity takes human form. Rather, it is an ultimate truth that each soul tries to achieve through obtaining their personal happiness. The beliefs I hold were shaped by a number of different religions, leading me to become more of a spiritualist. My problem with organized religion is that it fosters corruption and many religions are so narrow-minded that they exclude many people. The questions then arise: Is this why our country is headed in its current direction? Does big religion ultimately drive big business and big government with its copious cash flow? Does President Dubya Bush think his father is God, himself Jesus, and the cabinet members his disciples?

That took an odd tangent.

Back to the original topic. Questions are now part of my every day life, anything from personal to professional and all avenues in between. As in the past six months, the main question that rears it's head almost every day is how to make it home to the northeast. A few minutes ago, this song came over Radio Paradise and it sums up what I'm thinking fairly well:

Talking Heads
This Must Be the Place (Naive Melody) Lyrics

Home is where I want to be
Pick me up and turn me round
I feel numb - burn with a weak heart
(So I) guess I must be having fun
The less we say about it the better
Make it up as we go along
Feet on the ground
Head in the sky
It's ok I know nothing's wrong... nothing

Hi yo I got plenty of time
Hi yo you got light in your eyes
And you're standing here beside me
I love the passing of time
Never for money
Always for love
Cover up and say goodnight... say goodnight

Home - is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home - she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time Before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be... where I'll be

Hi yo We drift in and out
Hi yo sing into my mouth
Out of all those kinds of people
You got a face with a view
I'm just an animal looking for a home
Share the same space for a minute or two
And you love me till my heart stops
Love me till I'm dead
Eyes that light up, eyes look through you
Cover up the blank spots
Hit me on the head