Who is my God?

DFW, not the airport, David Foster Wallace, author, insists we all have a god. It may not be the same one as others but, as humans, in a time of need we will turn to something and that something, is our god.

More words have likely been written about god than any other topic. Another great author, John Irving, in ‘A Prayer for Owen Meany’ let us in on his interpretation.

I, for lack of a better term, have considered myself an atheist, not to be confused with an agnostic. I do not believe that there is a god or multiples. I don’t know how our universe was created, a debate that will continue ad infinitum, since it’s a question we simply cannot answer, a Koan*. Big Bang, well who put in the stuff causing it to blow? God, a simplistic option, sorry but how’d he get there? However, I can’t argue the fact, push comes to shove, I’d be asking the universe for help, if not bearing fruit, who knows who I’ll promise total devotion to for the rest of my dying days on this blessed planet.

As you can see I believe in us as an inseparable part of each other, of our earth, galaxy, and universe. We are part of the greater whole, and don’t act like it often enough. Once our short time here is over we go back into the ‘soup’ that is the lifeblood of all we know, living on in our offspring should we be fortunate enough to have any.

It’s not all wine and roses here on our tiny speck. Some, DFW is one, discover it’s not the place for them, those of us here not able to sustain them, compelled to seek their god elsewhere. It is my hope they, everyone, find theirs.

*ko·an —

a paradoxical anecdote or riddle, used in Zen Buddhism to demonstrate the inadequacy of logical reasoning and to provoke enlightenment.