God, the Celebrity

As a writer I’ve learned to accept complicated relationships, people who don’t understand me and words that lead me astray. Consequently, I do my writing in that weird region between what I’ve said and what I could have said had I been listening rather than talking.

 For instance—

 My grandson, age 11, asks if I “believe in God.” 

 “I believe God is mankind’s greatest creation,” I say. “And that the idea of God is important whether or not God exists.”

I could have said to my grandson that God is a kind of basic broth made of both plant and animal compounds, a soup to which we’ve stirred in over the years all our fears and superstitions, triumphs and blunders, false beliefs and scientific breakthroughs (penicillin comes to mind), rocket ships to the moon, pandemics, senior proms, i.e. everything both imagined and realized as well as the yet-to-be-imagined, that is, if there is a God. 

By any measure, no matter what is or isn’t said about God, God is our great celebrity, the ultimate entertainer, a more luminous luminary than even the great Caitlin Jenner, a changeling celebrity said to be out to prove that running for Governor of California will prove that a man once named Bruce can become They and therefore get the most votes for Theyness, having gotten the most out of Its celebrity.

 Of this I’m almost certain: God will have the last word in the matter, whether there is a God or not. 

Sunrise, 7:02 am, 4/8/21, Wapiti, Wyoming.