A long time ago I heard a comment that froze me to the marrow. It came from a neighbour after the deaths of family members in a car accident. She said – we have had so many good times together that now we must pay for them. The implication was that there was some celestial bank book of happiness and misery. Have too much of one and you were bound to have a dollop of the other in some mystical accounts balancing act.
Well, whether you think that way is up to you. However, there may be a grain of truth in this pessimism. And it is this. If life is to enjoyable and fun and fulfilling then we need to love someone. When the time of parting comes – a fact made inevitable by our biology – then the result is loss and bereavement. From that stark viewpoint there is an natural reckoning. Yet, surely, there must be more? For if we are more than molecules and human life more than a pre-programmed struggle to survive then there is a higher plane; a place where personality and creativity and love have a very real existence, a place where these humanities lie beyond the mortality of the material world and a place we might call by a very ancient name – Heaven.
If you think that the vuvuzalas are the rams’ horns of a new spiritual experience, then read this blog and decide for yourself:
As a devout Roman Catholic, the Scottish Sculptor, Hew Lorimer, believed that an artist’s work was just an extension of God’s creativity. At his studio at Kellie Castle, Fife, is written his quote:
I came to see that human is not what is paramount in the creative process; what is paramount is ‘The Creation’ and He who created it and that what the true artist is expressing is not himself but his response to the eternal process of creation.