''He made wings out of wax so he could fly.. but when he got too close to the sun... to God... the wax melted and he crashed to the ground.''
Today the sirens of the ambulance woke me up early. It has been a car accident right infront of my house, one of these small trucks hit a guy on a motorcycle. The neighbours told me that the man's heart had stopped for several minutes, but the paramedics managed to revive him even though they were on the street. They said while they were putting him inside the ambulance he kept talking, like most people who had near-death expiriences, for a bright light, a melody, enlightened figures everywhere.
Of course I know that this is not a proof for god's existance nor one of his signs. Science found out that when we are at our final moments, our body excretes a hallucinogenic substance called DMT, the same that uses when we see dreams.
I feel really bad knowing that. It's not that I am the religious kind of person,in fact, I am in favor of scientific progress and I believe that even the slightest of knowledge brings us closer to understanding the universe, but if you take the soul away from us, what is left to believe in?
Deep inside I have the need to believe in something great, in something big, in something that isn't produced in testing tubes and laboratories. I need to believe in something that has iron morals, and is timeless, proud and invulnerable. Sometimes I catch myself being jealous of the ancient Egyptians, the Greeks, the Romans, the Norse. They were told since the day they were born that they were made in the image and likeness of their gods, wise and brave.
We, instead, grew up deifying anything related to money and status. All progress that has been made in the last hudred years was in the name of trade and fame.The void we have has made us suicidal, consuming all this alcohol and drugs, and isolated, with no deep and real human relationships.
But I want to believe, even though I know there exist no giant snake wrapped around the earth, no titan holding the sky and no light at the end of the tunnel. I will still look at the stars and the moon and recall all the myths surrounding their beauty, I will still take a moment to catch my breath by the sea to enjoy it's freshness, and above all, I will still look inside the eyes of the people I love and care about, and I will know that this feeling is not just a chemical reaction, but ,indeed, something divine.