Faith is when nothing is ever-present. Don’t say you have faith in something if it isn’t a rock. In the case of unease, I want you to be faithless; but never be hopeless. Don’t confuse the two. Hope that you’ll make it. If then you make it and say you knew you always would, that is not faith. I want you to smash your fingers in a window and try to walk on them. Then start a fight with a mean dog. Run away on your fingers. Fat bulbous bleeding things they must be at that point. I want you to close your eyes and believe the room can’t change. That’s the beginning of faith. 

Faith is true. I can’t say I have faith in much. My primitive Christian instincts tell me that faith can be a trial. I push and I push and I push. Everything I see out the window is what makes me smash my fingers. Stupid ugly everything. But I have faith that I saw it all. Don’t poke me in the eyes and tell me I’ve always been blind. Let me tell myself that blindness is holy. Let me think God is punishing me for a lack of faith. When I see again, I’ll know better, Lord. 

Faith is a conman running away with your wife. You wish him well. The denizens of another continent can drain your faith, but I don’t let it bother me because I can’t see them. Everyone is moving or laying down. You die when you leave the room. Faith is living on. Faith is awful words you never hear and being able to see beauty in a mouth. Faith is a whirlpool you’re caught in. I have faith. A whole lot. It’s all around me. I have faith that I’ll make it. I have faith nobody else will. I have faith that I’m alright. I have faith in the holy, and I have faith that I know the difference between what is holy and what is sinister. 

Faith has left the sinister. Faithlessness is all around you. It doesn’t affect you. Faith lives on through a bog rife with seacreatures and primordial malcontents. Faith is a flare that no one will see. Faith is your natural balance. It’s a scratch in your throat. It’s trouble with your eyes. It’s not a pureness of soul. It can be ugly when it is the most true and truest when it is the most beautiful. Faith can find the evil and serve them well. Hope that you are not evil. That is the least you can do, and in fact it is not even a start. 

Faith is the worst kick in the ass you’ve ever felt. Faith is sweat in your stomach. Faith is pounding your fists into the mattress and propelling yourself out of bed. Faith is a trampoline in that way. Faith is a lookout tower and faith is the army you can see approaching. Faith is knowing your hunger as more than greed. Faith is a limp cock at the maw of a pernicious cunt. Faith is the worst person you’ve ever known. I want you to talk to that person with a concrete certainty that they are the worst. I want you to be happy about it. Tune your radio to hear the channel of the faithful. Ignore all sermons you hear. Know that you have it all figured out. Walk like a whoreless pimp with one toolong leg. 

Care. Care a lot. Care until your chest hurts and then stop. Juice a fucking orange and know that storebought plastic containers hold sweeter nectar; but know that you could do better. Never prove it. Never prove anything. You don’t need to prove anything, because you have faith.