Sometimes at candlelight

Sometimes I wonder how the brain works.... How it thinks. Then I start thinking about thinking. And I think that's weird.
Sometimes I dwell on my mistakes because I've known for years how imperfect I am, just as I read in a Descartes book years ago. I wonder if Jesus is just the zodiac sign for two fishes. And I wonder if the three kings in Orion's belt really do point to the bethlehem star, leading the three wisemen to the actual sun on dec. 25. And I wonder if all those religions with a god who performed miracles and were born from virgins really existed before Christ.
Sometimes I wonder if there is a devil. Sometimes I think that I know who it is. And other times I sit in silence by candlelight. Legs crossed. Meditations on lips. Beads. And I think these are just thoughts. And thoughts are waves. And waves are eternal. So when I get stuck... I just wait for the next, then the next and the next one.