I think I would like to talk about God with a few congenial minds and hearts. A free flowing, open ended conversation among people who know they know nothing except their own passionate desire to know, their own terror at not knowing, their own imagination’s power to conceive what can never be known. There seems to be nothing else worth talking about.

Ernest Becker* says that “beyond the absurdity of one’s life, beyond the human viewpoint, beyond what is happening to us, there is the fact of the tremendous creative energies of the cosmos that are using us for some purposes we don’t know. To be used for divine purposes, however we may be misused, this is the thing that consoles.” Yes . . . maybe . . . I should like to consider that . . . . *the author of The Denial of Death