Not for us

God is life, we agree, God is peace. In truth we agreed a long time ago, what seems lifetimes ago. But best not to think about it, we agree. We can’t think about it, not anymore… There’s no doubt that God is life, peace, the final answer, on that we’re agreed. Only not for us, and possibly not at all. God! What a thought! But how to rediscover it? How to approach it, after so long? As fiction? Truth? Metaphor? No, best not to, we agree, for we can’t do otherwise. The great mystics! Will we ever bother to read them again? Will we ever want to hold their books in our hands again? Sometimes your glance lands on their spines as you pass your bookshelves… Only God could unify us, we agree, could make us an I, could close the rift that opened up when I turned up and we split each other apart, that year it all went wrong. Our only hope was God, at least we saw that early on, let’s give each other that at least. But best not to rake all that up again, we agree, it’ll only end in tears. We can no longer even think about God, on that we’re agreed, the thought is a recipe for insanity: to think it is to be confronted with the scandal of our life, and for that we no longer have the strength. We’ve grown too lazy for God, we agree. We’re getting older, thank God. Our synapses are scaling over like electric kettles, which is a good thing.