Not sure. You can never be too sure of these things. One day, you think it’s there, and then the next day, it’s not, he told him. Some kind of belief in something. I don’t know, a god, some messiah, a holy man, maybe a shaman. And as you get older, you doubt these things. You doubt their existence.

Look at Judas. He lost faith.

No, he didn’t. He had faith the whole time. He knew what he was doing and who he was doing it to. And he knew he had to do it. 

How so? Wasn’t it just greed and anger? 

Look at the bigger picture. If he wouldn’t have done that, there would have been no sacrifice. 

Pilate would have caught him eventually.

No. That wasn’t God’s plan. It had to go down the way it went down. That’s what God wanted.

And, now you doubt him.

I do. It’s a schizophrenic relationship. My beliefs keep shifting, he lit a cigarette. The constant state of confusion. 

Yeah. 

Yeah.