on faith

a conversation with Charlie Cox, with a help from John Caputo

What do I love when I love my God? To a Buddhist, or to a Native American, or to a contemporary eco-feminist, the cosmos is not a blind and stupid rage, as Nietsche thought, but a friend, our element and matrix, the beginning and the end, the gentle rocking of a great cosmic womb, a friendly flux from which we take our origin and to which we return, like the steady beat of ten thousand waves in the sea. Then the love of God means to learn how to dance or swim, to learn how to join in the cosmic play, to move with its rhytms and to understand that we are each of us of no special import other than to play our part in the cosmic ballet.



then Parvati Nackeeran (host mother) in the car from Sunnyvale reminded me of Derrida:
"The death of God will ensure our salvation because the death of God alone can awaken the divine"