I asked SuperK what her definition of spirituality was recently and she said, pretty quickly, that she didn't know, that it was hard to define. I scoffed a little too audibly, I guess, so she fired back: "What do you think spirituality is, then?" I stood there for a moment, like a pious idiot, and realized that I didn't know, either. When I tried to haltingly describe spirituality she kept pointing out that what I was describing was religion. Thus my blog post from yesterday.
I then asked myself what would a God look like built to Seaweed specifications? That was a lot more fun, and a lot more intuitive.
Really, really relaxed.
Good sense of humor. Doesn't take himself too seriously. Laughs at himself all the time.
Never judgemental. Always finds the positive in everything.
In the moment. At peace with his past and not worried about the future.
Constantly thinking of other people even if this comes at his own expense.
Possessing a good energy, a good vibe, a good aura. You feel comfortable hanging out with this dude even if you're not sure why. "That's a good dude," you think as you walk away. You don't even have to like him to know he's got a good heart.
Inscrutable, of course, and this is the most frustrating part. If you grill him on death and pain and unfairness he'll shrug his shoulders and say something about the nature of existence, about the agony and ecstasy of possessing a huge brain, about the complexity of being the only living creature with a foreknowledge of his own death, gently reminding us that he could very easily made instinctual creatures whose behavior was only determined by internal programming, that if want to have Free Will, to have the ability to choose how we're going to behave, that we have to deal with the fact that we're going to fuck up from time to time.
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