I miss believing

I miss waking up in the morning believing there was a God that watched over me. When I needed to focus, I would close my eyes, take deep breathes and pray for focus and determination to complete my tasks. I still do those things. Not because I believe but because it makes me feel better. I miss having faith. There is a sense of human innocence in believing; almost like a child. The terrible tragedy of becoming an atheist, after once believing, is the empty feeling. What used to be there is now replaced by my own conscience. as if i were talking to myself all this time. I often wonder if i can ever go back to believing. When I was young I would teach myself about religion and created my own belief system. Now I am 33 and still doing the same thing.

"ché"

I believe that the Chinese word for car: "ché" has the same root as the word "chariot". The Chinese got horses from the west so they must of have seen chariots. The Chinese pronounced it as "cha".