I had a tumor removed from the third ventricle of my brain when I was twenty. When I was first told of this tumor, I had become dispassionate toward the world in which I lived and welcomed the change. Would I die? Either way, what could I do but embrace the experience to come?
    It would seem a common trend to gravitate toward spirituality when one is faced with the threat of death and I did just that. I suppose the desire for belief in a higher power often comes from fear in such a case, but I wasn’t scared. I have since developed great personal proof of a higher power. Some common themes of modern religion would seem flawed, but religion is the creation of humankind, not God.
    I spent a large part of my life until recent years agonizing over my inadequacies and actions I’ve come to view as immoral. I learned through my experience of writing Letters From Limbo to forgive myself for my flaws and past misdeeds, understanding that justification has played a large role in my temporary views of morality. Personal history defines what is morally acceptable at any given time and personal histories differ greatly from person to person and moment to moment.
    We each perceive the world differently because we each have different personal histories and perspectives; but this goes beyond ideas of morality. A person’s idea of the physical world is the product of his or her senses, the product of his or her brain’s translation of information received. Since the tumor experience, I have seen two images where I previously saw one. Most would agree the physical world is not as I visually perceive it. Then again, who could say your idea of the world is more accurate? Who has access to your perspective other than yourself?