I do not assign much credibility, or indeed hold any affection, for organised religion. Anyone else, well they can believe or hold whatever deity they can cling to; but just don’t proselytise, especially around my front door, because you shall receive a truly dusty response. The strange rites, as ordained by the leaders, creators or publicists of the various religions; as beheld by an agnostic eye; are sometimes ridiculous, sometimes ludicrous, and sometimes downright absurd. But, that is what the believers adhere to, and who am I to state that I am right, and everyone else is sadly mistaken? From the stoning of the wall at Mecca by the millions of muslims during the Hajj; to the veneration of the ‘true cross’ in Christianity; they all stride along together, in my mind’s eye; as simply daft.
But, at the very same time as I decry Religion, and the various offshoots of the seven or eight basic beliefs which hold in thrall the billions of believers, I have to admit that at least one facet, one shiny shard of religious belief holds my very being. It entrances, it uplifts, it soothes and it enhances my very existence. I refer of course to Music, and the music of Religion; and what could be better than to listen to any of the myriad proofs that mankind has, in his makeup; an aura of ethereal divinity?