I don’t know if
dogs love God, they don’t hate Him, I do believe; perhaps dogs have better
sense than their masters—they don’t stare into the woods like so many humans
do, trying to figure out the secret of existence. They simply live life, and
for the most part, let live. Maybe we
humans have too much and too deep an imagination. We want it all—the root and
the stem! And once we have it, it is still not enough. There is magic in
evolution, there needs to be, it is simply a final cry into a black hole for
empty souls to shovel something into. Devoid of God, one must put something
other than silence into it; something, anything, lest they acknowledge God, and
that would not do.
Uninfluenced by light, or logic, something
is better than nothing, thus, making it transcendent and recognizing it as
something, makes it something, for some folks, everything. He now has the root
and the stem, and a filled-in hole that was once empty—; the pathway has been
raked and cleared of all stones, what more can one ask for; indeed God is
replaced with a prize, humble karma from the once pitied, who now rules the
day. The dog, he watches all this: give
him a mind to reason, he will give man good advice, perhaps suggest burying
righteousness, to shut up and stop playing the fool.
#1281/
3/23/2006 [written in Lima, Peru]
