Pishiboro

Imagine what it would be like to have a god like Pishiboro - a foolish god, a laughing god, a fallible god, a god whose body is our landscape, instead of the God that most of us have, more or less, inherited.   What a relief to have such a god! Not to have a world-conquering god, a god of purity and perfection and power, who knows all and is always watching.  What a relief to have a god that dies and gives back to the earth, a god that decomposes, a god that is dirty and subject to the stings of the smallest creature and that knows pain and death without making a big drama about it.  If we had a foolish god, perhaps we could acknowledge and forgive ourselves and each other for all of our foolishness.  If we had a god whose body went back to the earth perhaps we might be at peace with the naturalness of our own bodies.  Perhaps if we had a god that dug holes, we would remember him when we were digging holes.