More Spiritual Blah-Dee-Blah.

June 24, 2006

Somebody wrote me, angry about “His Truth.” Again. I wrote her back saying, respectfully, that she seemed angry at this God she didn’t believe in. She got PISSED. A friend of hers forwarded an IM exchange.
Here’s my response:

Dear David:
Does she know so much about my life to say that bad shit isn’t going down?
I do believe somebody who sees the sorrow in the world and gets pissed off that people believe in a God that’s not intervening–rather than, say, FEMA–has an implicit beef with a God that’s not paying attention.
It’s baffling to me that to believe in God means:
a) I believe in an interventionist God the Dude, rather than a more fluid idea.
b) spirituality has eliminated fear/struggle in my life. You can call it ignorance, but it’s not always bliss.
c) I’m endorsing Christianity/”salvation”/some other dogmatic, organized belief system. That spirituality = religion.
I don’t have a dogmatic idea of what God is; it changes almost from day to day. Sometimes it’s the spirit of humanity, sometimes it’s Love, sometimes it’s music, sometimes it’s The Cosmos (yeah, cornball), and somethimes that old, paternal God the Dude. Among other things. Personally, that’s essential to my spiritual consciousness.
“He had no interest in addressing what is widely acknowledged to be THE major question in christianity.”
You’re right, I have no interest in addressing that. Personally, it’s irrelevant to my spiritual life.
“…he’s ultimately afraid of uncertainty.”
Yep. And not only the terror of confronting the future, but uncertainty itself. Fear isn’t gonna change anything, it’s just gonna cost you sleep. We live on a ball of dirt hurtling through space, buses and trucks are everywhere, bird flu may be imminent; every day is an act of faith.
Why is an endorsement of spiritual consciousness by nature smug? “This milkshake tastes great.” “Fuck you for praising a milkshake that I don’t have!”
Is it a contest? Does the most peaceful guy win? Does anybody win?
Why does one have to take “I trust the hand of the almighty and the infinite” at face value, not an metaphor? Are you hearing “the almighty” and not “the infinite”?
The lyric is “Don’t fear the random fate.” Where am I denying the existence of randomness in that sentence? The first part of the lyric’s about the pointlessness of fear. And the second part: doesn’t fate mean a predetermined (and implicity gloomy) course of life? The lyric isn’t “don’t fear the bad shit that randomly occurs in life.” The lyric refutes the existence of fate.
I’ve met a lot of people in my life with much more basic problems than me–people struggling with a special needs child, people struggling with spouses’ illnesses, people in Cambodia and Eritrea struggling with poverty, guys who lost limbs in the Iraq war. Some of them are much more at peace than I am. People whose consciousness is “the world is bigger than just me” are happier.
Above all, why would this song make somebody mad? Why not just say, “Ah, this guy’s a loon, and not as smart as me,” and press the skip button?
Thanks, David.