With love and gratitude to Jean-Jacques Fournier, my provocative poet-in-residence.
How French of you to picture me throwing an egg at you. Love that Gallic spirit!
So, no egg, however, I’m going to throw something else at you re the religious hokes-pokes.
It may be vexing and offensive to you and I’m going to say it anyway. I hear the disgust and fear of people who consider themselves atheists whenever the word God is said in their vicinity. Like they’re going to catch something like leprosy or rabies, or worse, religion.
To those people I want to say this.
Do not mistake me. What I’m discussing in my other post and when I’m using the word God I’m not talking about religion. I’m not even talking about “spirituality”. The closest word, though still a mere label, is “mystical experience”. I had one, you see, in 2011, standing on a street corner waiting for the lights to change at lunchtime, holding the sandwich I’d just bought.
As I was standing there, a portal in the world opened. It is the cruel irony of the experience, cruel and just I would say, that what I discovered in the portal cannot be communicated in words. It can only be experienced.
I’m still learning what happened that day and probably always will be. The one thing I’m clear about which changes everything and has me using the word God in a lame and misleading attempt to point to this Thing, this Immensity, is that you, Jean-Jacques, have no idea who you really are.
You think you are a man who lives in Canada, a French-speaker, an accomplished poet and everything else. Your identity is that, but You, you are quite other. Who you are is immense, glorious, unspeakable.
You think anyone can make a discovery like that and not want to share it with you, with others, with the world?
To visit Jean-Jacques’s site, click here: http://fournierjj.wordpress.com/
Image: Renee by Jacques Lartigue