“Only some God can save us,” said one philosopher before his death without adding what that savior God would look like. Will the God be male or female? Will he or she be ugly, beautiful or without features? Will he or she come and have a baby smile on his face? Or will he or she appear in the form of a disaster, a devastating tsunami? Will he or she boldly prophesy, whisper or be silent? And does one even want to be saved? And from what or from whom? From oneself? Is salvation possible at all without a rebirth? And what should such a rebirth look like? Will a ritual sacrifice be required?
A flash. My son looks to the sun and I with him. A flash. Each of us sees something different. Slight horror causes anxiety in the form of a greedy bear’s mouth. What if there is an eclipse and it will go on forever? A flash. A ritual murder is necessary to free the spirit. A flash. Empathy! Feeling! Dance of the evil Kukeri creatures who protect the dreams of young children. A flash. Life is a mere prefix to another state of being! A flash. It is not necessary to understand but to believe.