My mind stands still when I’m working. The children wash over me in meaningless waves. I had an interesting discussion on theology with one of them today. He signed on as God_loves_me and began to ask me if I “knew God”. I told him that I know a person named God, but I don’t ascribe to what he believes in. I think I made him cry, he’s very sheltered. I feel somehow that I might be doing something wrong, but I can’t abide the brainwashing. He’s twelve and has never heard of Darwin. A private school kid in Jackonville, where-ever that is. We chatted for almost two hours. I don’t want to take away someone’s comfort, but wandering around with a stupidly happy grin because science doesn’t exist isn’t something I can approve of. If I’m the devil walking up and transfixing him with a heretical brain, I can live with that. His parents may not like it, but there’s no reason I can’t tell him about evolution.