Day 56 "Innocent Blasphemy"

I have spent a lot of time locked within my own habits and rituals. Somewhere along the way I forgot that there is a world out there to see, somehow I became content within my four walls, somehow I made a prison my home.

I used to ask so many questions, I used to read so many stories, and lately I have decided that I know enough answers, that I know the ending to all the stories.

After much meditation and thought on this I know that this is not even close to being true, that I still have a lifetime of stories to hear, and a lifetime of questions to ask.

It is no secret that I have strong roots within a faith of something more than I, and although this does not paint a complete image of who I am, I can say that there is something here that rings of the truth. Is it a complete truth? Of course not, as nothing we believe ever is or will be. All I have is a feeling inside of a connection that reaches past my own skin, to what? I am not sure.

I watch Danbox climb on to the back of a Buddhist statue and I can start to see the silliness of taking anything too seriously, the futility in it. I watch as he pretends to take hold of this majestic beast so sacred to another, and how he acts as if he is a great warrior riding in to battle. I have to  laugh, because so many would be insulted by this act of blasphemy, so many would not be able to accept this for what it is; innocence.

I am not a religious man by any means, simply a man of faith in universal things. I take no offence in seeing my box friend play among these holy sculptures, because I see this moment for what it is, it is the healthy innocence of someone who does not subscribe to any one single belief, save for the belief that it is fine to find enjoyment in anything, and in any way that you can.

Who am I to say that anything is exact?

That anything is flawless?

That what I believe is right? That what you believe is wrong?

Who am I to fall victim to tunnel vision and old habits?

I am no one to say or do these things.

My will is not to change anyone but myself.

To not weaken the resolve in someone’s beliefs, but to strengthen the beliefs in my own self alone.

I do not subscribe to any one God, or any one faith.

I do not find comfort in knowing the answer or the ending to the story to soon.

I believe in the unknown and the intangible.

I believe in both chaos and hope, and as I watch Danbox play like a child atop the faith of another, I realize that I also believe in innocent blasphemy as well.