Posted on February 10, 2005 in Myths & Mysticism
How strange: with no mark beside the date in my calendar or popup reminder on my computer, I found myself thinking about the Book of Job. Take out God and Satan, insert the Universe and you still have a compelling story. I can’t fathom what is going on inside the heads of a group of people with whom I share a room much less comprehend everything that goes on inside a paper tea cup. God is indulgent enough to allow Job to curse Him. There is no blasphemy, I think, in the act of honest frustration.
How strange: I found myself thinking of Job one year from the day when I blogged about that book of the Bible.
I don’t believe in a manipulated Universe, except within those spongy spaces that occur between the ears.