Die Kunst der Gould
I have often been questioned on my choice of religion.
‘I’m a recovering Catholic…’, I often reply, But Im all better now!
If pressed further I’d admit to being somewhere between an Agnostic, and an Atheist, as long as one of them believes in god.
I have always had trouble reconciling organized religion with free thought. Often found difficulty in rationalizing pre-ordainment, Nirvana, heaven, hell, the eucharist, sacrilege, the sacrament, religious ceremony and righteous justice.
I refuse to throw my weight behind a topic that has shed the blood of innocents in its quest for self-justification since the dawn of time. I refuse to be a blind disciple.
My harshness aside, I do respect religion as long as it is not used to further a man-made cause. For that is what I believe all religions are: Man-made. Any self-respecting deity would find religion beneath them. Better to leave it to a bunch of monkeys to quibble over who has the bigger Divine Stick. The only god in organized religion is Power.
So, I do not believe in organized religion. I believe there may be a place for it in this world, as long as it does not try to actually do anything.
Do I believe in God?
I believe in Bach.
In his music I hear the echoes of Gods voice. A glimpse of eternity in each simple note. I hear a perfection that is denied most people because they cant see beyond the music. This is the creation of an enlightened mortal and his divine muse, forevermore inseparable.
And so I believe Bach is God, and Gould is his Messiah.
