‘Speak to me,’ I said to Christ. ‘Speak to me as the son of God. Tell me something.’
‘I have nothing to say,’ said Christ. ‘This is all there is.’
‘But meaning,’ I said, ‘there must be meaning.’
‘Reality has no meaning,’ said Christ, ‘it is only itself. I am only myself; I am an image carved in stone. Gilbertus hoc fecit.’
‘That is not a good enough answer,’ I said. ‘You’re being evasive. Ideas are part of reality. There came to me the idea to travel here to see you and it meant something to me.’
‘What?’ said Christ.
‘I don’t know. That’s what I’m asking you.’
‘I don’t know what this idea meant; sometimes people say they’ve come to see me when they really want to see someone or something else. Maybe God knows.’
‘Are you saying there is a God?’
… As I turned to start down the hill the bells shouted, ‘There is a God! Believe us!’
I waved goodbye without turning round…
from The Bat Tattoo
Happy Birthday to Russell Hoban, 80 years old on 4.2.05
I was not able to wait and see if there were any responses, but I enjoyed doing it.
I am looking forward to next weekend's adventures now! Thanks to Russell Hoban for the reason to celebrate.