Belief: (n) an acceptance that a statement is true or that something exists.
It is a word connoting an accumulation of stuff.
It’s supposed to be impressive. Why? There is a lot of it and it appears well-organized.
The problem with “stacks” is that anything beneath the top page is buried in some form of obscurity. Unless you patiently sift through the material, you will never exactly know what is eighteen inches below or fifteen inches above.
I used to have a bunch of belief.
I stacked it all up and called it my faith.
I took my faith and proclaimed it my religion.
And my religion became my calling card–to quickly explain to others where I stacked up in the rank and file of humanity.
But I rarely used my beliefs because they were encumbered, one upon another, offering very little freedom of expression.
Belief should never be an encyclopedia of recited ideals.
It is better served as a one-page resume which quickly tells those who are considering our acquaintance how valuable we find our lives to be–the experience which has enhanced our journey … and expresses our willingness to work for the better of the company.