Writing about religion and spirituality is easy.
If we look at our common interest, instead of conflicts of interests, we’ll all come to an agreement.
The soul doesn’t need money and food and fame, but it sits in every thing and every relationship. Even your cats and cacti.
We may walk different paths, have different possessions, speak in different dialects. But once we remove the papier-mâché of our balloons and prophets and rituals and slogans...and we'll find The Ten Commandments, the Pillars, the Dharma; repeated in every religion, monotheist, polytheist and atheist.
Like I said, writing in this niche is easy. The resources are abundant, the subjects endless, and the underline is the same.
But this niche is sexy because we’re voyeurs, and the soul is naturally secretive. It’s not the holy and sacred and transcendental that attracts us to this niche. It’s the sweat and grime, and leafing through ancient – yet common - hurts that gave this niche its schadenfreude-esque zest:
Knowing how you got through your hell, would make me feel better about staying in mine.
