‘The Foole doth thinke he is wise but the wiseman knowes himselfe to be a Foole.’ (William Shakespeare: As You Like It).
‘When I was five years old, my mother always told me that the secret to life was happiness. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wanted to be happy. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment. I told them they didn’t understand life’. (John Lennon).
We all love a good quote don’t we. Especially one that really speaks to us, backs up our world view and validates our choices and sense of right and wrong? But why do some quotes speak to us more than others. What is it that we feel a tangible, concise summary and articulation of our world view achieves? As a person of some modest talents, I know like many of you who are talented at something, that to a large extent this talent comes easily to you. Because it comes easily to you, you perceive it takes little effort to master the skill, therefore place on it little worth, and assume the same skill must come easily to everyone. Let me explain.
Music and Atheism. Don’t think they have anything in common? I beg to differ.
I remember being about eight years old, sitting crossed legged on the school hall floor. Inevitably I began to daydream into and beyond it’s shiny polished veneer, when a snap of fingers and an uncompromising point, directed me to focus on the sermon of the day. The idea behind snapping me out my blissfully happy and gormless state was to make sure that I couldn’t escape having drummed into me, through the day to day, ritual process of osmosis, the lessons on how I should grow up to be a good Christian fellow one day.