My Best Man

One of my favorite people ever was the guy who was good enough to be best man at my wedding.  He was a handsome, fun, and talented fellow.  Studying mechanical engineering and could bench press over 400 pounds.  This boosted his ego to the point that some people found him somewhat insufferable despite the high amount of charisma that he also possessed.  But I loved it because he reminded me of all of the heels I watched on professional wrestling.  So I did my best to actually feed his ego even MORE just to see what happened.  It was a lot of fun, and he seemed to eat it up.  It sure was an easy way to become his friend.

But at the end of the day, he was smart and sensible enough to realize his limitations (even though he'd never admit them out loud) and never let his ego get TOO out of check as to be unhealthy in a way he couldn't handle.  His life never became unstable, and he ended up working at Lockheed Martin for many years.  I hope he's still doing well.  Because even though it seems like I just fed his ego as some kind of joke, I really did like the guy.  He was my best man for a reason.

The Desire For a Vision

Some people really seem to want to have a spiritual vision at some point in their lives.  Either to confirm their faith, or just because it sounds like it would be something really interesting to experience.  But I'd rather not experience such a vision myself.  In Biblical literature, God never has a vision for somebody unless he also has a special mission for that person.  Usually a difficult one.  That alone kind of puts a damper on my desire for any kind of spiritual vision.  I think I'm fine without one.  Especially since I quite enjoy that blurry line between fantasy and reality.  I wouldn't be a pro-wrestling fan if I didn't, or a fan of imaginary numbers and the interesting properties of holomorphic functions.

Perhaps an unconfirmed faith is sometimes best.  It's not like we'll be able to confirm everything we wish for in our lifetime anyway.  I'm in my mid-forties and I know for sure there are a lot of things I will never know before I pass away.

Maybe I had mysterious but meaningless visions before without ever knowing they were visions.  I believe I briefly mentioned in a prior post before something about an older woman in one of my community college art classes back in 2001, and her husband was a holocaust survivor that challenged me at arm wrestling one time.  As far as I know this was reality.  But can I verify it or can anyone else verify it either?  Probably not.  So someone can claim it was a vision and how can I prove them wrong?