Religions are poor things: they are at their roots, flawed; propounded by flawed institutions, held together by irredeemably damaged people. But, we are all irredeemably damaged; and we are lost. Religions, bad as they are, are all we have to help us remember. Remember what? I do not know: I have forgotten, too. But it seems to me that it is something like this:
- that we are all small pieces of flotsam, motes, brief sparks floated out upon currents of The Universe for a little time and space;
- that, obscurely, in ways and manners we cannot fathom, we matter and are loved; (to ask "To what?" and "By whom?" is to miss the point;)
- that we are constituents of this amazing enterprise we call "The Universe": our essence is of it;
- that every bit - every last, little, damned bit - of it is sacred;
- that though we think we die, the First Law of Thermodynamics applies.
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