Once again, Scott Stocking’s pre-Victorian views on homosexuality and the meaning of life have gracefully fouled the air. How long, Lord?

His letter of 11/29/90 entitled “Sex not bowling” is just the sort of tinhorned dumbness I have come to expect from this unprincipled shyster.

He can expect to find his cherished commencement prayers coming under a renewed firestorm of controversy due to reasons that have very little to do with denominational issues.

It is becoming a far more personal thing to many of us, and the GLU will probably have something to say if Mr. Stocking’s blasphemous gibberish is ever again allowed to mar the graduation ritual.

God is not in any book, or religion, or figurehead that is said to represent Him.

Nor do His rules remain static and fixed for all eternity—they emanate from the dynamic nature inherent in each and every member of homo sapiens that inhabit this planet of ours, as does God Himself—or Herself, for that matter.

It is, after all, an arguable fact that God would have no existence without us—along with our essentially bumbling, hit-and-miss search for the Meaning of Life—around to raise Him/Her to the level of heavenly divinity.

And, those of us who have found a far better thing in the arms of a member of the same sex than anything we’d ever know before in life have discovered something of that “line of humanity” that runs throughout the whole of our race.

The attainment of this kind of awareness about the self, which manifests itself in different ways to different individuals, can only be accomplished through heavy and uncompromising introspective analysis, and is often a painful and fearful process. But, it must be done.

For only on these little-trod paths will they find God … and a life of uninspired bliss that brings all of us that much closer together in our quest for that ultimate understanding.

Greg Brown

Graduate student

Rehab Counseling