Yes But

Yes but, you want to say. Or yes but, you are saying. What in the Sam Hill do you mean by mystical shmystical anyway. What does the term mean in your flakey flakery lexicon. In your doughy bakery of nonsensical terminological infinitude.

And I’d have to say, Ahhhh. Well. It has to do with God.

And you might say, Well, what do you mean it has to do with God.

And I’d have to say, I has everything to do with God.

And then you might sputter, turn red in the face, that kind of thing. We don’t know one another, and perhaps you in particular wouldn’t do this. But there are people who would.

And I’d have to say, calm. Calm. Everything will be okay. Everything will be alright. All will be well. All manner of thing everywhere will be well.

More sputtering, perhaps. Only this time rather than let’s say a tea kettle type of sputtering, it’s rather more a volcanic sputtering.

And then I’d say, It’s really a matter of detection. Of sensing. Of making him out of the fog.

What, you’re wondering. Making him out of the fog. That’s not mystical shmystical. That’s just plain prayer or worship or whatever. That’s just living. That’s just breathing. That’s just normal.

And I’m saying, Yes! Yes! That’s exactly what it is. Think of another human, for example. Think of how that goes. Think of how that other human is real and everything. How that person requires a response, and it’s only the crazy people or the extremely rude people who don’t respond. Don’t recognize the existence. And think of how there’s your basic detection. And then there’s your basic friendly. Oh, you know. Chit-chat. Then there’s your basic, oh. I kind of like this. I had no idea. I kind of like. How charming. How. Oh. I don’t know. And then there’s this sort of falling feeling. You know, how when you are around someone. Someone let’s say who might some day have been your intended. Or will be your intended, but this is in the past now. Or was. If you remember back to those days. Or someone like an infant. Like your infant child who’s just plain. Who you just can’t get over how. How you are finding yourself crying over for Pity’s sake, or. I don’t know. Just wanting to hold onto in the evening. Who you’re looking for an excuse to just. You know. Be around.

Or in the physical act of love with your beloved. How you seem to disappear. You simply and overwhelmingly disappear into something that’s. Well. That seems way more than a little contraction of some type and that’s it. That seems at a minimum oceanic or maybe cosmic. That seems to swallow you and you become it, whatever it is. A part of the great beyond, if you know what I mean. Indistinct. Undifferentiated. Submerged in the great bright darkness. Or the great dark brightness. That’s all around. The great roaring light that is so bright, there’s dark in it also. Or you develop a friendship let’s say. A friendship for life. FFL, my daughter calls it. Where what happens is that you’re thinking the same things at the same time. Reading one another’s minds, you’ve got the other so deep into you. Deep into your mind, soul, spirit, heart. Let’s say.

So there’s this variety. This great wide variety of relationships. These aspects to one relationship. A relationship that will run the gamut, so to say. That will modulate from day to day. In which at some points you might just be saying, Hello. And at other points you might. I don’t know. Be jumping into the sack together. Or at other points be making stew together. Or discussing the finances. Or a book. Or whatever. But there is this variability. This phased quality. Today, this is where we are. Or there. Or whatever. And it isn’t all the time banging one’s head against the wall or in the most extreme sort of ecstasy or reading the paper. It can be one thing and then another and then another. But certainly there is some of the ecstasy thing thrown in because without it. Well. It wouldn’t be the full tilt boogie life, and of course that’s what God offers. He offers the full tilt boogie life with the kitchen sink and wild times thrown in as well as the not so fun times. The overshoes and the galoshes and the take out the garbage, Dear, type of times. The flooded basement and the fiery crash. The hospital bed with the tubes and the pain. The cemetery with the raw dirt and the cold wind straight from hell. The absolute down in the muck terrible times when you are having trouble getting warm enough it’s so cold. Having trouble getting light enough it’s so dark.

That’s just about the silliest sort of a thing, you might say. That’s one of the most irritating things I’ve ever heard, you certainly could say.

And I wouldn’t blame you, I’d say in return. I wouldn’t blame you at all. You’d be well within your rights to have that attitude. You’d be well within the bounds of reasonableness to say something like that, is what I’d have to say. Because of the long tradition of people who are. Well. Who have been emphasizing the conduct aspects. The mind your Ps and Qs aspects. Which is what most of the professional God people are into. What most of them want to talk about. This and perhaps the Bible. Certain aspects of the Bible. And the certain of your. Whatdayacallem. Certain of your mystics. Who are into the wild living aspects of the whole deal. Well. Let’s face it. Living with God can be wild. Can be off the charts wild. But what neither of them talk about. What both leave to the poets and fiction writers and the artists and playwrights and so forth to talk about. Is the other. Is the normal times. The tender or the just peaceful or the mildly happy or the oh. There you are. Hey, come over here. Shoot, it’s great to have you around. Type of times. Or the. Oh, thank God you are here. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Type of times. Or the. Hello. Welcome. Come right in. Please. Thank you for stopping in. Type of times. Or the. You can come out now. You can come out here into the living room. I’m done being angry and spiteful. Type of times.