Last night I had quite a profound revelation.
It started with the discovery that one of my best friends - a highly intelligent, sensible woman - believes the moon landing was faked.
Now, this surprised me. A lot. What else don't I know about my friend? Is she a Scientologist? Does she believe in colon cleansing? Does she have a third nipple? A well-hidden conjoined twin?
Now I've seen all the documentaries claiming the moon landing was faked, and to me, they have about as much credibility as the claim that a non-photoshopped Jennifer Hawkins represents 'real women' (sorry, can't seem to let that one go). But it's what my friend believes. And no amount of argument will change her mind.
What's more, it turns out she also believes that 9/11 was a brainchild of the U.S. Government. When I discovered that, I began to think my friend was a bit strange in the head.
But here's the twist.
I don't believe in god. Never have. I wish I did, but I simply can't. The concept doesn't make sense to me; it just doesn't ring true. And up until last night, I didn't understand people who had faith. I had none. Or so I believed.
But then my friend questioned me about why I believed in the moon landing, and why I believed in 9/11 as an act of external terrorism.
And I had to admit: It wasn't because of any empirical evidence. I can read the newspapers, I can watch the TV reports, I can see the footage, but ultimately I wasn't there. I will never know 100% whether the information I am being fed is true.
No, the reason I believe in the moon landing, and in 9/11, is because I choose to believe. I don't wish to believe in wide scale fraud perpetuated on humanity. I don't wish to believe in acts of terrorism perpetuated on a government's own people.
So that's faith, right? It may not be faith in god, but it's faith in people.
And for me, right now, that's enough.