So, oddly, I found myself this morning thinking about the controversial nature of god. Or..God..as some might prefer it to be represented.
For example, I wondered if my big Golden Retriever – who appears to be profoundly philosophical about many things, especially when staring into the wind, nose raised to the currents of unsmelled morning odor – I wondered if she ever thinks about dying. Or even if she has a concept of death or that there can be an inconvenient time for death to arrive or that it even arrives rather than just…is.
The main thing is if she does believe or understand death then I wonder if she also has a thought for what that actually means to her personally? If something dies, what does she think happens? Then this leads to another question – does she believe that death is..It, finite, terminal, The End. Or does she believe that there is something more?
If there is more..could there be a doggy heaven or a doggy hell? If there is a dog heaven/hell then could there be a dog god and dog devil?
Outwardly it appears that she is fairly black or white on most things where life’s questions for her seem to fit into a fairly limited set of categories, I judge this mainly by her actions – What does it smell like? Can I / Should I eat it? Will it kill / injure me? Is it a human? (Top on her list of bounce-to-it-quickly-hug-it loves) Is it a car? (Cars carry humans, humans are her favorite hobby ergo cars = bounce-along-the-road-next-to-it-love things). Grass is one of her other concerns – mainly, where is precisely the right spot to..erm..’unload the cargo’. This takes a lot of searching and changing-of-mind and is clearly more complicated than I had anticipated.
She does seem very mellow and happy though. I just can’t work out if that means dog god exists or not.