I wrote this to someone today, regarding what I learned from the period of my life when I was routinely suicidal, and I thought it would fit into this blog thing. I was a bit surprised at the intensity both of the experience and of my explanation. I think it's possible that at some point I had a kind of religious experience without even realizing it, consciously at least.

I was at a funeral service recently, and they read the 23rd Psalm.

There is something very real for me about the phrase "the Valley of the Shadow of Death", whether one senses a shepherd there or not. There is something I love deeply, though I have no information about whether it's inside me or everywhere or other metaphysical bullshit, but there is something I love deeply, that led me out of that valley.

I wasn't able to finish reading the psalm with them, because I was crying.