Tigers and Religion

I have decided that on balance I love religion. I had always been so blinded by my natural irritation at the deluded that I didn’t see things from a wider perspective. A good world is one rich in nuance, in variety, in differences, and just thinking what our society would be like if it lacked all the various religious customs and viewpoints, or what our skylines would look like without all the beautiful religious buildings and temples (fuck the Swiss and their minaret ban), or indeed all the history and theological trivia, it made me very depressed. Religion for me is like having a live tiger on your mantelpiece: it’s amazingly beautiful and deeply fascinating, yet extremely dangerous. Turn your back on that fucker for an instant and it will tear your head off. But on balance I feel it would be worth all the effort and danger just to have a tiger on my mantelpiece. A freakin tiger for chrissakes, wouldn’t you?