Friday night

Pub night with the next-door-neighbors. Colonel and Mrs. Longer and my dear wife, Frances.
Our Friday evenings are times to let down, recharge, and search for life's meaning. We spent a great deal of time this meeting our pub club discussing the meaning of faith in one's life. Does one have "faith" in the actual reality of the elements of a belief system, or does one have "faith" in the meaning of those elements. We asked ourselves, what's important, whether something actually happened or does one accept and act on the, perhaps, allegorical meaning of the somethings.
And, amazingly, the more Guinness the Colonel and I drank, the more interesting became the discussion.