A few of these people even considered it a part of their “mission,” or so they called it, to persuade me and others to "believe" or to believe "in" this Jesus. But "believing" and “belief” were just not the same type of mental activity for me as it was for these "believers." I had few if any "beliefs" on the big issues of life—where life, earth, and the universe had all come from, for example, or where it was all going, or where and how it would all end, or what we were supposed to do, how we were supposed to live, while we wandered in the mystery and infinity of the universe. Me, I wasn't sure. These big mysteries tended to make me cautious.