Religion

The human being I am has a double, ambivalent look at religion.
Shall I be grateful to it for having opened my mind to the spiritual dimension of human life?
Or shall I reproach it for having dispossessed me of a dimension which belongs to me solely and to have turned it against me?
Whichever of the instituted spiritualities I consider, I see only threatening power, overt or hypocritical, and exaltation of submission, which comes to the same thing.
I hardly see difference between religion and politics, but the same forgery “for my own good” of threats of misfortune to blackmail me: submit yourself to me, otherwise I will send my acolytes and your brothers against you, submit yourself to me, otherwise the gods will punish you or you will come into the world again to live a life of suffering.
Rather than argue on endlessly weighing up the pros and the cons, it lucidly appears to me that I have to take away from religion the monopoly of the spirituality, which does not belong to it, and to create on my own the relation I wish to maintain with the universe.
Thus I challenge all the powers, i.e. all the political and religious gangs and other public evils, and I leave them to their noisy vanity.

Far from the exhausting logorrhea of certain texts known as wise or sacred, I want to furnish my residence with silence and simplicity. Because I am intimately - “viscerally” - convinced that silence and simplicity are my essential foods.

Universe, which I cannot look at without my drawing a picture of you, it is to our generosity that I entrust myself.