Ennui & its consequences

Amba at Ambivablog has provided me with some of the most interesting and stretching disucssions on religion - stretching because I very often disagree with what is being said. Today she provides me with one of the best passages about religion I have read for a long time - and from a humble comment on a blog post!

God is a filter, a polaroid lens that blanks out all the wild colors and fabulous detail of nature. God obliterates randomness. God kills luck. God turns sharp-edged struggle into a tiresome parable. He's the all-purpose explanation, the always-available excuse. He's a big shrug of the shoulders, a cosmic palms-up gesture, a rabbit's foot, a dodge, a shot of morphine, a handful of Prozac. He's beige. He's boring, and he makes people boring and life boring.

Life is real. Nature is real. Death is real. It's not shadows on a wall, it's not an illusion or a test or a phase we pass through. Life is dangerous and exciting and that blade pressed against jugular isn't a ticket to paradise it's the real threat of the real end. And when you accept that, when you accept that you're playing the game with real money, life gets so much more interesting.

God smooths the rough edges. I don't want the edges smoothed.

m. takhallus