But when I’m feeling really low…
I find that I pray to…
No, not God.
Don’t know if I believe in God.
Don’t know if I believe in much of anything.
When I’m down low, I pray to Mike.
Which is to say, I believe in LOVE.
I don’t believe in much, don’t put much stock in anything I can’t see or feel.
But I believe in Love.
Isn’t that the lines to a U2 song? “God Part II” — Bono’s response to John Lennon’s song denouncing God, the song for which Lennon was highly criticized (because one of the lyrics was “I don’t believe in the Beatles.” He may have said he didn’t believe in God but I don’t remember.)
I believe in that. I believe in Love.
I believe love conquers all.
I’m a helpless romantic.
It’s simple, right?
Sometimes it seems easier to hate than to love.
I find myself, in my most miserable moments, calling to Mike. People might think of this as worshiping false gods.
I don’t know. My love for Mike is the only thing I believe in. Our love was the only real spiritual thing I’ve ever felt.
The power of love carries me through the day.
Even when I have no one to love.
Even when I have nothing but generic love for fellow man.
I believe in Love.
Is that wrong?
Is that stupid?
I don’t know.
Other idealists (Bono) believe in it.
I can follow that.
Maybe God is love. Don’t know. The only real love I’ve ever felt–besides that of my parents–is the love I got from Mike.
But maybe that was just an illusion.
A convenience of time and place.
I still believe in it.