I've been thinking of religion lately. Playing Misericorde has it even more a forefront of my thoughts.
I'm not religious, not sure I ever have been. It's been a complicated relationship. Add in Jewish mother and Christian dad/later also stepdad. So I saw myself as Jewish if not super practicing. And, to an extent I still do, but that is a thought for another time.
As I get older I see more another side of religion I hadn't before. I'd seen it as a cudgel, as a succor, people had tried to convert me and I always wished they'd succeed. I'd seen how in true age people come to it as they fear death. And perhaps in time I will too. But it as praise? Never.
But days and years pass and I see the world around me. Not just the world as a whole, but that around me. As tragic and beautiful as the whole in synecdoche. And I think "how could I not want to appreciate the art in front of me, to give thanks to the artist that wove every flower and sang every small gesture of kindness I see."