Hello there! I am slightly browner than when we last spoke, due to the fact they now have this amazing thing going on called summer. The sun shines, it’s warm, golf is the best pastime ever and the sea isn’t as cold as a vain woman’s heart. Last evening, I even ran into my neighbor and her puppy I spoke about a few weeks ago and the fuzzy thing in the picture is him. His name is Cleo and without any exaggeration at all, he’s the cutest, most bubbly dog in the entire world.
Moving on, I’m sure we all have plenty to get to this weekend. It was my birthday earlier this month and I spent it with family in Chicago. I visited this place called Devon Street which seems to be a haven for every Indian person in the city. I was stopped by this guy who handed me flyer and said I should visit this Hindu temple down the street and “find God”!
You know, I’m not a man who believes too much in religion. Now, I can concord with the idea of the divine and I definitely don’t think we’re an accident of the universe and space dust and what have you, because there is a ridiculous yet small part of me that might think we could be part of some hilarious game to a watcher in the sky who moves us about like chess pieces for personal amusement.
I stopped for a second to think about it, about God. The idea of just finding faith seemed very far-fetched. Do I want to go? I do not know. We do not know.
Words which you rarely hear when talking about religion because somebody always claims to know. Even if they don’t know, they know. The not knowing provides them with knowledge based simply on the fact that they don’t know. Ignorance is information.
So this morning and the next, you’ll have people who know one thing about God and his plans. And another person who will know something entirely different. All based on the same nothing that all of us know. Which is fair enough. You can look at a situation and make some assumptions, but the only thing we know is that we don’t know. We can guess, of course, but that’s just gambling in your mind for no real reward so I don’t see the point.
My point is … well … we’ll come back to that later sometime. What’s clear, however, is that not knowing is like a mild, shared psychosis which is only going to get worse the longer we don’t know. Unless we accept that we don’t know and, you know, maybe just make up our minds when we do. I know, it’s a crazy thought and we should perhaps hold onto the idea of punching Justin Bieber in the face to give us some comfort during the dark and difficult times, but we still don’t know.
In the meantime, let us have a mojito and lie on the grass, or the beach and wear flip-flops and cook huge chunks of meat over fire. In short, enjoy the summer which according to some, is the best season we have.