Do all writers obsess over death, love and religion? I wonder about this because it seems to me an underlying theme to so much literature and poetry. Fear of Death, the embrace of Death, the path to Death, etc. etc… Then there’s the quest for finding Love, loosing Love, living with or without Love, and opening your heart to Love after loss and on and on to infinitum. Finally, you begin searching for God, embracing God, the mysteries of the Bible, the path to God; this path by the way, ends in Death; in case you missed that part.
Is it just writers or is it humanity in general and that writers are just more well documented? Not that I obsess over Death, but I have fallen into that abyss and come back, not my finest moment by the way, (and in an ironic twist, it was because I lost my Love) and I do wonder sometimes if God was there; for any of it. Was He watching my pitiful little Human Struggle? I do know that when I came back I was searching for something, anything to bring meaning to the life I had that was feeling like such a struggle.
I looked for God, went to his Houses here on earth – by that I mean I tried some different churches. None of them were my cup of tea; I started looking for something bigger than that. What is bigger than God? People ask me that when I try to tell them this story. “Why?” Yes, just so. “Why?” is bigger than God. “Why?” is all encompassing, scientists, writers, philosophers and just about every Great Mind in the History of Mankind has been asking that one Question: “Why?” Not all of those minds are looking for God, but each and every one of them was indeed looking to answer the question of “Why?”
I have always been a big spiritualist, and Yes, I do believe in God (as a Universal Connection). But no Church, no Reverend, no Pastor, no Religion has ever been able to satisfy my need to know “Why?” So I move on, I look further a field, I delve more deeply, I drink a few more shots of Rum and keep asking, “Why?”
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