Sunday, May 18, 2014
Mazda blossom
Fifty-one weeks out of the year, all I get for parking under the cherry tree is bird poop.
One week (or actually a few days out of that week) I get decorated like a Rose Bowl float.
Is this the universe trying to make up for the bird poop? I don't think the universe works that way, although thought has been devoted to the larger significance of bird poop.
The universe frankly does not give a damn, nor am I its dear. I exist. It so far has not squashed me like a bug and that's pretty much as far as our relationship goes.
Which is OK by me. I'm not sure I want the attention of the universe, courting some kind of divine attention to my comings and goings, my life in this City on a Hill. If the Universal Paparazzo wants to train its lens elsewhere, fine by me. Means I can get out of cars without my underwear and not wind up on everybody's damn blog.
Why do we assume God's attention will be benign? Because we ask for it? Hah! The Divine sees through that one - the guilty hiding in plain sight, the killer who wants to go to the station to clear his name. The Deity has seen those episodes of Law & Order and isn't being taken in.
No, raise your hand and you're as likely to get it smacked by the Universe as shaken. Leave it down and you may get a plague of frogs or you may not.
The Universe is not running some damn focus group to find out what the creatures want. The Universe has built the product and has a few hundred thousand units in the warehouse ready to ship.
One week (or actually a few days out of that week) I get decorated like a Rose Bowl float.
Is this the universe trying to make up for the bird poop? I don't think the universe works that way, although thought has been devoted to the larger significance of bird poop.
The universe frankly does not give a damn, nor am I its dear. I exist. It so far has not squashed me like a bug and that's pretty much as far as our relationship goes.
Which is OK by me. I'm not sure I want the attention of the universe, courting some kind of divine attention to my comings and goings, my life in this City on a Hill. If the Universal Paparazzo wants to train its lens elsewhere, fine by me. Means I can get out of cars without my underwear and not wind up on everybody's damn blog.
Why do we assume God's attention will be benign? Because we ask for it? Hah! The Divine sees through that one - the guilty hiding in plain sight, the killer who wants to go to the station to clear his name. The Deity has seen those episodes of Law & Order and isn't being taken in.
No, raise your hand and you're as likely to get it smacked by the Universe as shaken. Leave it down and you may get a plague of frogs or you may not.
The Universe is not running some damn focus group to find out what the creatures want. The Universe has built the product and has a few hundred thousand units in the warehouse ready to ship.
