Despite being a self prescribed unitarian when it comes to religion, due to the religious inclinations of my family Ive been a regular temple visitor. Not that any of the views were forced onto me. Ive been a lucky chap when it comes to having a choosing what you wish to believe.
Yet there is something eerie about temples. The entire logic of a fixed location of God bothered me since I was a kid.
How can a person whos all powerful agree to be remotely resigned to a stone sculpture. Shouldnt logic dictate that idol worship is not exactly the best sign of a faithful and religious man. Idol worship. Haha. That statue of Sonia Amma. Oh good lord. Just when you think things cannot hit a new nonsensical twist in India; it usually does.
Ive never had any major experiences of enlightenment. Maybe thats why I am skeptical of an existence of influence of God upon us. I dont deem his existence as a truth or as a lie.
When things go fringe, the only answer lies in the stories you wrap your head around. Maybe falsified constructs. Maybe a bit of self rigor to boost that never give up attitude. Call it what you want but I think the word thats wrapped the world in a candy wrapper is faith.
What I do know is this. Despite the logic that I can surround myself with. Despite the many brazen encounters of coincidence or ironic happenings, there is a silence that speaks to you in a place of worship.
A silence that has never said 'fear me for I am your lord'. A silence so melancholy and pristine once you isolate yourself of the others around you, that it makes me wonder sometimes despite of all the atrocities carried out in the name of religion. Despite countless arguments we parry for and against religion, despite the excess spent on religion and not on humanity, despite all the wars in the world, if the entire concept of God is simply that of a confidant. A confidant we seek, for a mental conversation for our deepest fears and aspirations.
Maybe God does work in mysterious ways. Or maybe I happen to believe in an entity whos all powerful and also a shrink.
Oh god. How pissed mom would get if God was Dr. Seuss!
Haha. Until another time.