Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I’ve been having the most interesting and wonderful exchange with someone who was once a very important part of my life quite nearly 10 years back. When we met, he would have nothing to do with God or with any divinity at all. He was a ‘Scientist’, and a man of ‘Reason’. He was also 22 and the centre of his own universe, but I dug him still.

I quite clearly recall one conversation where he was expressing his ‘interest’ at a recent turn of ideas re one of his immediate family members who had come to believe in Angels. Can you believe it, he asked me. Of course I can, because they’re real, I responded as I strummed uselessly and painfully on a guitar in the middle of Oliver’s Pub. My Angels look a little like pretty little faeries, only in long flowing white robes and golden belts, but no harps. I think they laugh quite often and fly around my head to whisper in my ear. Always, they’re guarding me, I believe.

He had looked at me as though I were a complete fool, but I didn’t mind. I continued to pluck away at the guitar and offered You have Angels too, you should learn to be nice to them, before he LOL-ed and I decided I think the drums are more suited to my type of personality, anyway.

So it was with much surprise and even more amazement that I read the following he sent me in a message: “I’m no longer an atheist nor can I say I’m religious. I think of the religions as different languages to express the same source of divinity. I didn’t grow up speaking any language and like kids who aren’t spoken to as infants, I will probably never be fluent in any given language. But although I’m mute, I’m not blind. Make sense? Best metaphor I can muster on three neurons.”

And a metaphor, I think, worth posting because of it’s complete beauty.

God. I love watching the evolution of people. It’s a beautiful thing. (And now, he is in fact a real Doctor who works with the human brain.)