We all have an affiliation with one group or another. A few examples would be your nationality, age group and sex. The list of variables goes on and on. Are you a right-wing-nut or a commie-leftist? Are you pro-life or a knocked up pro in need of a little help?
Do you think politics should stay out of religion or should religion stay out of politics? Do you believe in a god, spirits, nature, energy, ghosts or voodoo? Do you believe the Canucks will win the Stanley cup in our lifetime?
Did you hear about the here-ever-after? It was in all the good books!
There in black and white print, it promises you: ‘life’ after ‘death’! A pretty damned bold statement, wouldn’t you think? But that’s just the tip of the iceberg of what people will hold holy.
Have you heard of holocausts, lynching and honor killings? How about ethnic cleansing, jihads or crusades? There are also weirdos, whackos and soccer hooligans that will kill for their beliefs. I’m glad, as an atheist, Canuck fan – I don’t have to murder another human being to prove a point.
I don’t care what a person believes in, as long as they’re not pushy about it or ask me for twenty bucks. If you pray to the heavens, and it helps you get through the day – I say: “God bless your little old soul”! Hell, for that matter; you could believe in stardust, fairy dust or Elvis the king almighty and I’d still say: “Thank you. Thank you very much!”
As long as your beliefs make you happy and you don’t hurt anyone else – go for it!
Maybe I should start up a place where people could gather, maybe share a few refreshments and express themselves freely. A place where everybody knows your name and they’re always glad you came. I’ll call it ‘The meet market’.
Who am I kidding? Atheists are notorious for their participation in procrastination and indifference to public displays of hurrah. A person would have better luck opening up a house of ill-repute than a church for realists.
I don’t claim to know the answers to life’s questions – does anyone? I don’t know if there is or isn’t an all powerful being that controls the stars and this flee-circus, we call Earth. I don’t know what happens to me after my candle goes out – does anyone?
I do know there isn’t a monster under my bed or a pot of gold at the end of rainbows. I know for a fact that I hate the taste of vinegar, the high pitched sound of a screaming brat and being cold.
I have friends who believe that the so-called soul is just another way to say energy. Other friends believe that they will die and be reborn. Some of my bros think we are just endlessly recycled carbon. Then there are the nut-jobs who think that aliens have instructed the government to watch you – right now – as you read this newspaper!
Let’s play: “Who am I?”
Just make a list like thus: I’m a Native, Canuck, writer, artist, ex-cowboy, left-handed, heterosexual and I believe in recycling.