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i have not been to my church since late october. every sunday (except for the brief winter hiatus) i attend the church of the perfectly trimmed lawn.
the task is monotonous and requires no thought. my lawn mower is loud, so loud most all audible distractions are eliminated. my brain and i share 3 hours of beautiful uninterrupted quality time with one another. usually my "church" is kicked off with one of many simple questions my brain poses as i begin mowing, soon the simple question leads me down a path of contemplation deeper than any traditional church has ever offered.
i wonder if the grass screams in pain when i cut it. if it screams, am i evil? if i am evil, was i born evil? if i was born evil, is it possible for me to be good? if it is possible to be good, is life a test? if life is a test, what happens if i pass the test? passing the test leads to many more questions that lead to many more beyond that. never ending questions.
as i wheel the mower back into the garage, generally good feelings wash over me. pride in a yard that looks good. amusement in the realization that there are many questions i will never answer in my lifetime. satisfaction that the contemplation led me to answer a few of the questions.
my next house will have an even bigger yard.
Posted by griff at January 27, 2003 12:12 AM