A rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

 

 

Shakespeare was right of course.  His insight speaks to me of joy.  Just go with it.  It doesn't matter why you are happy, just enjoy the rose, the day, the grandchildren.

Lately, I have approached religion that way.  I used to need to study and understand Kant, Hume, Sartre et al, which I did.  But in the end it was not helpful to someone over sixty.

I now just acknowledge my awe in the face of all the unanswered questions and humbly take my place in the human race, where we all sense the power of those unanswered questions.  I have lost the conceit to think that I will ever answer them.  So there is no point in arguing about it.

And so with religion, I now throw in my lot with those who understand our need for group faith and the hope that it all has some higher meaning. Faith is a place where the human race has always been.  I accept that and the comfort it brings.

And it doesn't matter which faith.  That is not the point.  Faith is not a matter of being right.  It is a matter of acknowledging that we don't know.  So there is no right or wrong faith.  They are all right.

It is a funny old world and one filled with vast mystery.  I think sometimes art gives us glimpses of meaning.  At least I hope so.