I don’t know if it is stress, loneliness, the upcoming Holiday season, or economic fears about the future, but I thought about religion today. Perhaps, it is the book I am reading, “The Jew and the Lotus,” or the pizza slice I had for lunch. Although I’m a rational person, in another place, under different circumstances, I could see myself as a person involved in spirituality and mysticism, which to me, is the logical extension of creative writing. After all, f irst a man talks to his Penis in silly sex stories, and soon, he is inevitably conversing with God.
I like to read YOUR posts where YOU write about your religion, no matter what your faith. Even if I don’t believe in Jesus Christ or the holiness of Buddha, these are all human attempts to understand the world, which is… well, human. I know it is cool to make fun of religious people, and they sometimes deserve it, but I respect those who think about the deep questions, such as “Why do shitty things happen to good people?” and “Will praying increase my traffic on my blog?” I regret that I don’t have more spirituality in my life. The “community” of Twitter is fun, but it doesn’t truly connect me to the ethical and spiritual thinkers of the past and present.
When I hear a religious person talk, my mind’s first instinct is to say “bullshit,” but my heart believes that there is an energy out “there.” Even when I encounter one of you online, available on IM, I can feel YOUR energy. What is this energy? Is it in my brain? Why do I have a special connection to certain people? Is it random or for a purpose? Is there a universal energy — a God? And what does this mean in reference to ethics or day to day life? As for my own religion — how should a Jew act? What does being Jewish mean? Do I have to believe everything in the Torah? Do I HAVE to eat gefilte fish?
I’m not going to bored you today with the crap that sometimes fills my mind when I’m not blogging or watching Judge Judy. And don’t worry about me suddenly changing my blog title to “Scientologist of the Month.” I don’t get involved in any religion which doesn’t joke about itself. But I do think my “rational self” suppresses my more spiritual and mystical side, the one born a Pisces, the Neilochka who isn’t so straight-arrow logical, who might EVEN believe in the supernatural power of words.
OK, enough. Back to the empirical world tomorrow.