godless

I am godless. 

I like the current Pope, and so do my godless friends.  I thought I might follow him on the twitter, but he tweets a lot about god and jesus and all that, so I think I'll pass.  But fundamentally I would both have and really enjoy a beer with him.  The language barrier might be a drag, but you know what I mean.

People I innately respect who, it turns out, believe in god make me think about god.   Because I innately respect so few people, I'm always surprised when the ones I do take to could believe in god.  I figure:
A. I like this guy.
B. That indicates this guy is reasonable.
C. Reasonable people don't believe in god
D. This reasonable guy I like believes in god.
ERGO.

Ergo.  I think a lot about the Ergo.

I make many, many very bad paintings, and in those many, many very bad paintings I often use imagery and symbols and themes from the church, from catholicism mainly, because WOW,  those guys have produced a fantastic visual lexicon to the human condition. 

Primal urge is primal urge until defined into some sharable commodity, and language is that - language in words, images, sound.   Happy, say,  is such a commonly shared emotion we can give it the word "happy" and everyone pretty much gets it.  The more obscure the thing that churns, the less words given until there is the last black morass that remains forever deep inside us.  Music and images fill the gap, often but maybe never entirely, maybe things are too obscure to our own capacity to allow for the possibility of knowing.

I think that's why LSD was invented. 

Pope Francis and I both believe in god, I suspect, but we don't agree on the sharable commodity that defines it.  This depresses me, because I like Pope Francis, by all indications he's not an asshole.  But it bums me out that I am fodder for a place called hell  because of a mere language barrier.