Unfinished Discussion About God

The Jazz and the Blues It was that year I was born. Was it a newsworthy event? Yes. I was born. Was it historical? Maybe. Cultural? I doubt it, but who knows. Astrological? It must have been since I was born. That means the planets and the stars the whole universe was in harmony giving birth to ME. How was it?Sweat and pain and screaming and yelling. A lot of pain. It must have hurt a lot coming to an unknown place all alone, trying to make my way into the world. And all you see is a light, bright and colored like a rainbow. In fact it is a rainbow. The light. It has all the colors in it. It has everything you want. And something more, Life! It was quite some time ago but I still remember it. Or maybe… Anyway ever since that day I have started to die a little. Every day we die a little. So strange, isn’t it? We are born to start dying. Every second until we finally remember the day we made the step into the unknown. But maybe that day, the final day, we’ll remember exactly that moment, The Birth. It is the moment we are (are we?) ready to be reborn and see the light. Again. There was a lot of talking crap, wasn’t there? “At least you’ve had a good morning, haven’t you?” my neighbor said to me this morning. I suppose he’s right, since nothing is personal or private or intimate anymore nowadays. In fact I did have a good morning today. I managed to get up like every single morning since that very day when I saw the light. And it’s a miracle. Just think how marvelous life is; to feel the heart beating, the blood rushing into your veins and the sweat drops trickling-down all over your body. To wake up early in the morning and open your eyes wide into a fabulous new world full of the unexpected. Full of colors, of dance and movement. Of silence Of Jazz And Blues How was I? Naked. Pretty much naked. As I am today. As I was before and shall be tomorrow. I mean, why should we need something so trivial, so useless as some pieces of thread to hide… what? Us from whom we are, to be sure that we’ll succeed and conquer that tiny spot, that short moment we’ve been given here, that we call life?