Thursday, 26 June 2014

Unlikely gods…

There are days when I feel like giving thanks; a bit of a problem as I don’t really have anyone to give thanks too. All those gods, that others seem to value so much, might as well be cartoon characters for all I care, after all Yogi seems, to my mind at least, to be just as believable as Jesus, and Fred Flintstone seems about as real as Buddha to me.

A talking bear with a pork pie hat and a tie? Ha-Ha, you’ll be telling me next that his mother was a virgin and that he was born in a stable to save us all. A caveman who pedals a stone-age car with wheels made from boulders? Well why not? All praise the holy Fred and the baby Bam-Bam too – yaba-daba-dooooo!

Gods eh? You just can’t seem to find one when you need one… or is that buses… or policemen?

Seriously though, who do you praise when you don’t have any god up your sleeve? Who do you conjure up when you sunny-day-stumble into that disturbing feeling that you are blessed?

Of course opportunity has plenty to do with it; being in the right place at the right time. I might have been born into that two thirds of the world where there is no choice or chance; and choice has a lot of say in whether you end up ‘blessed’ or ‘blighted’. Obviously chance, kismet, luck, serendipity, or whatever else you want to call it, has a big hand in it all too.

But as for a higher being masterminding each of our journeys and working in mysterious ways for each of us?

Well, I think not.

On the other side of the planet a butterfly beats his wings, causes a breeze that starts the air spiraling and causes a storm. A peal of thunder startles a bee. the bee stings a parrot that takes flight and causes a coconut to fall, The coconut lands in the sand and… well, you can decide upon the rest. Let’s just say that a small change in one place in a deterministic nonlinear system can result in large differences in a later state; a series of non related events becoming meaningfully related.

Synchronicity as Sting would sing.

I wonder what did happen after that coconut fell into the sand?

So lonely.

9 comments:

  1. Neil Barrett on fB
    Love the painting .Blog thought provoking, But Sting at the end?

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    1. Andrew Height
      Well, why not. He thinks he's God and he did write a song about Sue Lawley - a babe when I was a boy. I'd loved to have made her wings flap.

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    2. Neil Barrett
      He's a Tantric Alien .luckily in New York.

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    3. Andrew Height
      I learnt a lot from Sting. Like why you should never dye your hair custard yellow... I did anyway.

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  2. Mark McNicholas on FB
    I told you before , you're obsessed with God/religions.You must have been a religous person in a previous life.!!!!

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    1. Andrew Height
      I think I may have been the Pope Mark McNicholas.

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    2. Mark McNicholas
      And I always thought you walked on water!

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  3. Andrew Height
    Well, I hardly ever drink it.

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  4. Mark McNicholas
    Oh yes you do, but only if it had hops/grapes in it !

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