Well, ok maybe it's not that simple. Well, ok maybe it's not that simple.  The text reads  "I believe in the little man in the moon, I believe every mistake is worth learning from, and I believe that Noah's Ark still stands in the cold mountains."  Next verse, "What is it that separates us both every time, although one has known so many miracles?  One can often be pulled into the darkness, [but] I just don't want to be there anymore"    And thanks to Nena Kerner's kind permission, you can follow the beat with the midi file made available to me.  Dankeschön Nena!

Anywho, I'll try and explain this complex mess I call my beliefs.   I also mention that any attempt to change them will go straight to /dev/null;  for those non-unix/linux people out there, that means I'll just ignore it.

Right! So here goes nothing.  First, a bit of history:

wasn't I just the cutest?	This is a wee tiger cub when he was but 2 or 3 days old.  Wee is right; I weighed only 3 pounds 5 ounces. A mere 8 months later, his life would be altered forever by an automobile accident that resulted in a squished wee tiger skull.  Doctors did all they could, told my parents I'd be better off dead.  But by some miracle, the lil tyke survived.  Act of divine intervention, was said.   Then a few years later we moved from Mihcigan to Kentucky to live with my grandparents.  Now, my granparents were Old Regular Baptists;  anyone who didn't believe their way was going straight to hell.  Do not pass GO, do not collect $200.   And that never made sense to me.  But then religion isn't supposed to be logical. So my formative years were ... interesting.
Now then,  we also have my dear mother, who was the driving force behind my development.  Dad wasn't much help, because he blamed himself for the accident which left me with several disabilities, among them epilepsy.  And a learning disorder.  That sent him into a depression which he never recovered from.  And Mom's experiences... well, that's the next lesson.	So I grow up believing in God, that He saved my life for a reason that day. Later, as my love of space and astronomy bloomed, I started wondering what was out there and how everything worked, like most kids do.  There has to be more to life than what is here.  I mean come on, this is it?  The universe is billions of years old, mostly empty granted but there ARE stars and planets out there, and we're it?  Just an insignificant blue planet on the western arm of the galaxy?   Seems like an awful waste of space to me.  But I digress... THEN I actually read my medical records which I've been in possession of for several decades, and find out the damages weren't that severe.  I mean yes, I have a scar over me right eye from the surgery,  and yes my coordination was alwys off because of it.  But everything else I have been told is utter felgercarb.  (Ok so I've been watching too much of the original Battlestar Galactica series.   Sue me.)   So if I've been lied to about this, I wonder what else I've been told that has been a load of monkey muffins?  (also watching too much MASH)
So I set out on my own quest for the truth.  By the time I enter college my beliefs are starting to take shape, such as they are.  For a very specific example, I am of Celtic and Cherokee heritage.  Weird combination I know.   Now... what makes one religion/belief system the TRUTH and everything else mythology? Greco-Roman, Celtic, Native American, Shinto, Bhuddism, and the like... they are all valid beliefs.  So they're all mythologies, just depends on which one you subscribe to. My ex-wife took a course in college I wish I had taken with her:  World Religions.  The instructor, Rev. Brian Stratton, was a real card.  Had to love him, his sense of humor was as bad as ours.  For his opening statement the first day of class, he picked up the Bible and threw it across the room.  When the shock died down, he said "What are you looking at me like that for?  It's only a book."  And he's right.  It is only a book.  Or specifcally, a collection that between 60 and 65 people wrote over the course of years.
Relgions have always been ways to explain the unexplainable, or what they can't understand.  That's why you'll find no details in this great Bible.  No explanations of why things work.  Everything is supposedly answered in these pages.  Yeah right.  That's what sciences are for.  To explain.   So, given that, my formal definition of my beliefs is as follows:  I don't know how the universe came into being, that's why cosmology has always fascinated me.  I considered doing graduate work in the field except there aint that much work for cosmologists out there.  Religion and science aren't mutually exclusive, they're hoplessly intertwined, like space and time.  One cannot be separated from the other.  Genesis 1:1 says that "Im Anfang hat der Gott..."  oops, "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."  Fine.  HOW?  Wasn't some miracle.  The cities of Sodom and Gemorrah were destroyed.  HOW?  Rain of fire?  I don't think so.   Details, details... what life is all about.