Looking for a god who will be there for you?
Looking for a god who directly enables your own life?
Without whom, in fact, no life on Earth would exist at all?
Looking for a god you can see every day?
Looking for a god who can physically comfort you?
Looking for a god who makes even a little bit of actual sense?
WORSHIP THE SUN.
Do the gods of different nations
talk to each other?
Do the gods of Chinese cities
speak to the ancestors of the Japanese?
To the lords of Xibalba?
To Allah? Yahweh? Vishnu?
Is there some annual get-together
where they compare each other’s worshipers?
Mine will bow their faces to the floor
and trace woodgrain lines for me, says one.
Mine will sacrifice animals, says another.
Mine will kill anyone who insults me, says a third.
Here is the question I think of most often:
Are there any who can honestly boast,
My worshipers obey my good laws,
and treat each other kindly,
and live simple generous lives?
from The God-Whispers of Han Qing-Jao, by Orson Scott Card
And as usual, here’s Mr. Fripp. Night guys.