After all, chaos is funny.
I'm making dinner, a red sauce with bell peppers and garlic, sage, rosemary, onion, sun-dried tomato paste, canned organic tomatoes, wine, and summer squash. Oh, and ground bison. The pasta is fresh wheat pasta that I made this weekend.
Anyhow, I have the TV on in the background, one of the HBO channels. There are maybe a thousand. Larry David's show "Curb Your Enthusiasm" is on, and in this episode Richard Lewis's girlfriend is a Christian Scientist.
The people who can't take medicine because God will heal them, or not. If they die, it's because they lacked faith?
And all day I've been thinking: why do smart people, people who can do complex operations, people who know that the earth isn't several thousand years old, people who understand that science isn't a belief, why do they believe in God?
I know physicists who explain quantum mechanics to a point, then their eyes get all sorts of unfocused and they whisper "it's not rational, but it makes me think of God." I know people all over this country who believe. My wife, a communist, a doctor of hard science, believes that maybe God set the universe in motion, and we're all just living out His experiment, and He's a good scientist so He doesn't fuck with the results.
There's terms for these sorts. I forget the term. It's not them what causes worry (it's the pre-determinists who worry me), but it does make me ponder the very nature of belief.
I know, I know. Everyone's done it. Philosophies are based on it. Sociologists study it. Plenty of very smart people have put tons of words, time, and effort into it.
But I don't know those people.
I do know you.
Let me explain my own belief, because I can and hey, why not.
If people believe in God, does it matter if the God they believe in doesn't exist? If the forces of Good somehow convince the world that God does not exist, what does that do? I don't believe that God exists. But I do believe. I think faith in a thing makes the thing. More than any sort of physical evidence of God, the heartfelt belief creates a God that guides.
A schizophrenic sort of force that guides. I don't hear God in my head, and I don't deal with God. But I believe in faith. In people. And their limitless capacity for creating reality.
See, a Muslim extremist believes in God so ardently that he blows himself up in pursuit of divine action. Does it matter of God does not exist? If I could somehow convince him that Allah was a myth, a fiction, where would his fanaticism bind?
Sports?
Music?
Poetry?
Other myths?
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