‘Here’s something you’ll like,’ said Mumford.
Mieke looked sceptical.
‘No this is poetic. By Robert Dessaix. A beautiful writer.’
I’m a non-believer. But I don’t want to rid the world of believers. There will always be believers and there will always be non-believers. I like it like that. I’d hate to live in a world where there were no believers.
In saying that, hardly noticing he’d said it, he’d inadvertently prised open some fuggy, boxed-in part of my brain. Sitting right there on his sofa, staring at the blue-and-gold teapot, I thought seriously for the first time of letting the believer inside myself talk to the non-believer, letting the knowing part converse in good humour with the mystified and the credulous, with the sceptical. It was a wicked feeling.
IMAGES: Fragment of stained glass window “Figures of Wisdom” 1901, John La Farge, Massachusetts, Unity Church via BC Library
“Namaste to the rising sun”, Vinoth Chandar. Chennai, India via Wikimedia
The Absent Answer 
