Back from the land where the smell of horse-droppings is still mixed with exhaust fumes from camions...
and where the winter dark is even darker, the wet is even more wet and the cold is creeping in to the bone from the very first centigrade below zero.
Sorry if I´m a bit of topic but this is the only way for me to describe how I feel...
Last week we had a gathering at the concrete as well but not as pleasant as the gatherings at the National Theatre these days.
Deep in contemplation I was sitting there and pondering about this opportune "What is God" question, while I was watching my father in that tiny wooden box. I was wondering if there was anybody on Earth who had a clue why we got the intellect to think about and searching for the meaning of our lives, if many of us have to depart this life without the answer anyway.
However, at some point I think I came to a conclusion that "God" must have been the universal synonym for the "Unknown" throughout the history of mankind. That this "Unknown", no matter how we try to explain everything around us, is still around, both in our spiritual and our scientific world. We name the unknown "God" and "Lord" or "N" (in mathematics) but names make people associate to different things so I guess this is the main reason for the conflicts between the fanatics. The ostrich-heads in the sand really need a major upgrade like a software in a computer, just as much as old scripts, like the Bible itself. I may be naive but I do believe one day we will find a general term/concept that fits everybody. We need to handle the "Unknown", things that is beyond the bounds of human knowledge, there is no doubt about that.
As a matter of curiosity, apropos of the "Unknown", while I was sitting and contemplating at my fathers funeral, I was totally unaware that a few hours later, during a dinner with relatives I haven´t seen in 30 years, I would find out that I´m actually a relative of one of the famous Hungarian poets, Kölcsey Ferenc, who also wrote the Hungarian national anthem.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferenc_Kölcsey
What a coincidence, what a surprise and what an amazing timing! I mean is it Richard Dawkins memetics or genetics or the "unknown" that made me be interested in art, music and poetry so intensively during the last few years? The wonder is that none in my family ever was writing poems or was interested in literature or art so deeply so nobody ever told me about this until now, and I still can´t recall how or why I started to paint and write lyrics for a couple of years ago. Kinda 'Spooky Action At A Distance' eh?
And this is only one of the funny coincidences with an excellent timing among many others in my life. It´s like I have to pinch myself sometimes to be sure I´m not dreaming. Whatever power it is I have a deep respect for it but I´m still not religious, at least not that I know of.