I am convinced that the universe is under the control of a loving purpose and that in the struggle for righteousness man has cosmic companionship. Behind the harsh appearance of the world there is a benign power. To say God is personal is not to make Him an object among other objects or attribute to Him the finiteness and limitations of human personality; it is to take what is finest and noblest in our consciousness and affirm its perfect existence in Him.
–Martin Luther King, Jr.
It’s been three weeks since I have posted anything here. I still believe that literature can be a deeply healing tool and a close companion–sweeter than any other art form as it plunges me into other worlds, shows me alternate ways of looking at what is both seamlessly inside and outside of me. In all great literature, I see love and the acceptance of life and the voluptuous contours of life itself–in all its glory and pain. Reading can be a subversive act. Where would I be without my books? Probably achieving a lot out in the world and having all sorts of fascinating relationships with men and women who dance on tables and drink their salad dressing off of their plates and sing sad old songs. So is reading a substitute for life? I wish I were an actor! A profession that allows you to socialize all the time. After all, you can’t really act without other people around, whereas you can paint and sculpt and write by yourself. I hope to both be more social in the next half of my life and to dig deep into as many different bodies of literature as possible. I remember hearing the same line at the Unitarian church every Sunday: “Prayer changes people and people change things.” Well, reading and writing count as prayer, the deepest realest devotion I know. I love that quote by Martin Luther King, Jr. because now (post many years of hanging on by a thread) I truly believe the force for good in this world (love) can overcome evil (fear). There is so much beauty in this world, even as I feel things may be ending for the human race. It’s all beautiful, even the screw-ups. No point in dwelling on doomsday…There is so much to celebrate! So much to share, one story at a time. I see God in every crossed t and dotted i.