Sometimes somethings feel like a box

Was not sure where I wanted to post this. If even I wanted to post it at all!
I have a blog on MySpace/scareycats, and I use that as a Phil thing, my real name. I use this Thomas Dayton blog (a pen name) as something for the creative side of this Bi-polar soul :-)
I wrote before on the www about questions I have concerning some well "established" beliefs of the Christian faith that many hold as "gospel" that have a hard time sitting well with me. I have talked about how I do not want God in a box that others hand to me, but I love to ask questions, and ponder, even if it is only between God and me.
That said, I have written about a concern I have that says the Bible is inerrant. I, as a young Christian have took that box and ran with it, had no real problem. Yet as I began to think and ponder on this, I had a hard time when I ran into the two rooster crows in Mark, where as the other three gospel writers said, the rooster would not crow even once before Peter denied three times!
Then I thought if the Bible (the cannon of scripture) is without error does that not make it equal to God, who alone is perfect. Making some to almost worship the book, instead of the inspirer?
That all laid out, I can see how the traditions of the church can begin to become almost "cannon" over time. It is said that Peter refused to be crucified as his Lord, but requested to be hung upside down. A noble sentement, but I wonder what exactly was the cause of death? Starvation? Would Rome have waited that long, or even consented to that request from one, showing unworthness to the one, he was being executed for following. I suppose all this does not mean anything, maybe. To me it means I am learning more and more to live my faith as I recieved it, and not as one tells me to live it.

It is a small world...

Not all that long ago Walt Disney told us it was "a small world after all"
Sitting in front of my computer screen with internet access, it does not take one living in the imagine-nation to see that true. It is a small world. I can be half way acroos this world and back again almost before the "and/or" gates open and close. (Ink dries on the paper for us older ones)
What is it that means?
Well my thoughts can "meander like a restless wind inside a letter box" but, if I post them they indeed go "Across the universe", or at least threw the air! Which makes me think, though they may start just a thought in one way, yet as the pass through the air, who is to say what "the power of the air" may do with them.
Maybe this sounds paranoid (I do not know why "everyone" thinks I'm paranoid?) but it is a thought, for what ever it is worth.
So I'm thinking something might be posted, with all God's goodness behind it, yet it may come out the other end, passing threw the air, as something that it was never meant to be. Grain of salt type thing I guess as my mother would tell me.
Museing I am nothing more.