Is it the sound of the frothy gurgle of being drowned in one’s own blood that appeases the gods? Or do you think it’s the panicked wailing of a blemishless lamb that they find favour upon? I personally think it must be the uncomfortable facial expression of the man slitting the goat’s throat that they enjoy so much.
Don’t we just love a good sacrificial offering?
Seriously. Maybe not the ritualistic slaying of animals, but we find ways to keep the tradition alive.
Getting beyond the “I just don’t believe in God” or the opposing, “I’m spiritual but not religious” rhetoric, I see it everywhere, in everyone of any ethico-religious predilection. Whether it’s our unabashed faith in a methodology or our methodical portrayal of faith; people live their lives religiously. Religiosity is so easy — it places assurance (or maybe insurance) onto an external act, object, or book. It replaces the need to be personally involved or invested with magic words and rituals.
As the 20th-century philosopher Stevie Wonder said, “Superstition ain’t the way, no, no, no.” What are your superstitions or assumptions?
