Abba tell me where am I now. I am in New York City do I go with that? Outside the bus sounds. Are they buses? I do not know the sounds anymore. The drip drip drip into the tub. Must hydrate the atmosphere to keep legs from itching all night long. What's a drip a small price to pay for freedom from self inflicted nail pain. She is gone now. How many shes have gone. If I could line them in a row would they go out the door into the dingy hall? Where would I be without this keyboard. Oh in New York. Why not in Bangladesh. Or at UNICEF listening to the other Stephen hold forth. I remember him cowering for no reason when all I wanted to do was tell him there was such a thing as benign genocide nothing about whatever affair he was or was not having there comes a time when you could care less about the thrills you no longer know. I miss Ernesto. I miss the woman in Capri who was going to get me started. I miss nothing and everything. Drip drip drip drip.
I use Reality with a capital R to signify the all embracing mystery which has never been fully revealed and will not be. I see this Reality down to the quarks and to what may be even less evident and at the same time I make it possible to address this One via a simple device given to us by the much-maligned Jesus of Nazareth. This was the Abba prayer, ironically known to the world more for its connection to a singing group than to the one Jesus would have all pray to. The exceedingly personal and informal reality of this interposition, between the impersonality of Reality and the most intimate connections our mind can conjure up, is precisely what I think Jesus was about. And because forgiveness is another word for continuity, I think it behooves us to do some reevaluation of Jesus as well as God if we are going to move beyond the creedal wreckage of the past. Soren Kierkegaard and Charles Sanders Peirce helped start all this and we will not complete it. But we are at least not far from the right track.
I shall now duck for having spoken so clearly. I should add that the deity as perceived by the authors of Genesis was quite explicit about what reality is. According to the words that emanated when Moses probed the matter, reality is what it is and what it will be. Not very helpful but on the mark and calling for the best human interpretation of the conundrum to which I have alluded.
The significance of Peirce for theology is his insistence on experience, on scientific method, as the basis of proving anything. He thus removes spirituality from its creedal theological past to a future where it is grounded in spiritual practice, in meditation, in a daily process of thought and dialog. In time I believe all religions will become becomes increasingly oriented to Peircean perspectives. It will probably take more than a century for the change to sink in but it will happen simply because it corresponds with thoughts that are becoming more and more conscious.
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