When a son looks at his father’s convictions, he can choose to see certainties or see questions.
If you acknowledge your free will and recognize unstructured time, how would you spend your minutes, your hours, your days?
What if there were no secrets?
What if no one raised their own child?
Routines are safe. They can be valuable. They are one less thing to think about in times of tension and transition. Rinse. Repeat. They can also can also be dangerous habits in which our agency is lost to the passive voice.
WILL KITSON is Managing Editor of Seymour Magazine. Will holds a Masters in English Literature from King’s College London, prior to which he earned a BA in Creative Writing (with Honours) from the University of Greenwich. Previous to his post at Seymour Magazine, Will has worked as a Reviewer, Copy Editor and Editorial Assistant/Arts Administrator at A Younger Theatre, Blake […]
Much of how we envision these eschatological end times is informed by sensational popular culture: harrowing images of the apocalypse, fire and brimstone as Jesus rides a flaming Harley Davidson out of the heavens to smite sinners with lightening bolts while raptured friends and family evaporate and leave us behind. This is a load of crap.
What if we could think without using language?
We imagine God as an anthropomorphic craftsman such as a sculptor or a potter that at one time decided to create the world as an artifact only to then sit back and admire it in its finitude while eating Cool Ranch Doritos and watching us screw it up. What if instead we were to imagine God not so much as the creator but as the act of creating?
I was born and raised in Mississippi, smack dab in the gut of the U.S. Bible Belt. Now, if you’re not clear on this, religion is a big thing in the Deep South. The first question you usually asked someone when you met them was “Where do you go to church?” Fortunately I was Episcopalian, which, unlike the Southern Baptists, meant we said “hello” to each other in the liquor store.