I'm sitting in this busy coffee shop, allowing my mind to ruminate as it will, on what it will. My cup of tea cools on the table in front of me, wisps of steam unfolding in waves as it drifts off into apparent nothingness. Every so often, the scent sneaks past, tickling my nose with the hint of fruity sweetness.
Someone recently expressed to me her bewilderment of how I could enjoy a world without the supernatural, bereft of the unknown and filled only with cold science.
We are a group of friends who discuss, philosophize, and argue with each other about topics of both great import and little consequence.
