Sometimes, being human is too big for religion.

Sometimes, all I want to do is listen to Fionn tell me about the sweetest music of the world.

There has been a lot of ruckus going on lately. A lot of growing and outgrowing. All around me I hear people saying the same thing… I’ve outgrown this or that, I’m in limbo, I don’t get it anymore… To some, both those who say it and those who hear it, this is a cause for dismay, to others amusement. Some, like me, silently nod their heads in empathy.

All I can say is that maybe I’ve outgrown the need to know if I have outgrown anything or even if I have grown at all.

I can’t say that I have outgrown Druidism. I can’t say that I haven’t.
I can’t say that I outgrew Christianity back then. I can’t say that I didn’t.

Can you?

Honestly?

Isn’t that the way of these things? Not always so?

When we go through the door to the otherworld, might we find there another door?

If the otherworld is just outside the “thisworld” door, what is just outside the door of the otherworld door? Is one a doorway down to the depths and the other a doorway up into the heights? Can we outgrow the door to the otherworld, can we grow enough to open the other door? Or is it that we are watching the doors outgrow one another; watching the doors grow into one another until there is only one door? A door of many colors. A wide open door, and a narrow one at that.

Is it a door that will lead us to the place beyond all depths and heights?

Yes, sometimes, being human is too big for religion.

Sometimes, being religious is too small for the Gods.