As I began to read Augustine's Confessions it became obvious to me that the only way to comprehend and understand the writing and message was to somehow transform the words into a meaning. I had to develop a relationship with Augustine's life with mine in order to try to understand his views in the early years of his life. To me it is not such an easy thing because I seem to have separated myself rather quickly due to believing that his words were outdated and unfit to understand today's way of life. In the coverage of Book VIII I read many things that moved me and proved to me that the faith and passion for the truth is as much alive today as it was back then.
             Perhaps the first situation that made me look a little further into the reading in general was in Book IV when his friend died. As I can relate one of my best friends committed suicide a few years ago. As you can imagine we were young and it was a pain that I felt for a long time. To quote Augustine "My heart was black with grief". This was quite an experience that by just having a friend die I seemed to have followed in Augustine's steps. We had done so much together for 10 years that places also became empty without his presence. I also became disobedient for which my anger to god was too great to listen to the words of people who also told me to "trust in God".
             As I could now see his point of view, it became more evident in Book VIII that I can draw some parallels to his ways of thinking. As I must admit I am not at all the most religious person out there. I have so many questions and yet so little answers as I search for my truth. One thing that moved me was the fact that he finally saw himself. Not only did he see himself but he was also horrified of what he was. Which sparked in me the question, who am I? I have yet truly came to the notion of really seeing who I am. Will this ever happen? Will I have the re
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