For the love of the gods ...

So, I haven't posted in a long time. Neither has Mistress Redmore. Alas, we have found things to do other than go to church every weekend. Having exhausted the non-protestant possibilities in Corvallis, Mistress Redmore and myself are officially bored with it.

I have continued to meet periodically with my friendly Jehovah's Witness, A. We've had the talk, about how I'm not ever going to become a JW, and yet she still stops by now and then, leaving me nice post-it notes when I'm not there. My roommate CS has taken to leaving fake post-it notes, in the hopes that I'll mistake one for A's. CS is certainly a character. He makes good barbecue and enjoys drinking beer in the sun.

As for the title of this blog post, I went to Mt. Thielsen this weekend and came face-to-face with my fear of heights. It's good to stare down those fears now and then, lest they think they can get the best of you. I was climbing up, hand over hand, and thinking of the giant rock that was next to my house growing up. And wondering how in the hell I became so scared of heights, and when it happened. I don't know, but I feel the fear coming out through my chest when I'm up there.

As for the gods, I've taken to watching Battlestar Galactica. It's so good. It's interesting that the human characters are polytheists, while the machine characters are monotheists. I'm not sure what it means. Is polytheism more human? I'd like to think so. When I think of God, it's a guy in the sky, but in my most rational moments, I think that there must be a lot of gods. It only makes sense. Why would there be one? Aside from the holy three (Islam, Judaism, Christianity), doesn't everyone believe in multiple gods? Even Judaism (and its "jealous" god) and Christianity (and its trinity) are a tad confused about the whole "one god" thing.

For some reason, our culture has gotten into monotheism, and I don't like it.

So I'm going back to polytheism. I think it's a more natural way to look at the world. Everything around us is infused with the gods, and it's high time we started recognizing them. Like Mt. Thielsen - holy god of steep sides and hail in July. And hell, 4th of July itself, god of loud popping and bad suntan lines.