i agree about the drug thing! even beyond the connection there's a certain sense of wonder that comes with realizing that what you're doing is in no way caused by some sort of substance, so for me there's like... the primary connection, and the secondary connection to the capacity to connect with the person to begin with.
vis-a-vis your comment about personal atheism, yeah definitely. years ago, back when i used to live in ohio, i went to this dope dope soul food restaurant that was actually the cafeteria of a church. anyway i was getting a fried pork chop and greens etc. and realized that it was sunday afternoon and church was actually in session, and i opened the door and peaked through it and felt.. something? something. so like i waited there until church let out and watched all of the people come out into the cafeteria and mingle loudly and comment on the quality of the fried pork chops and greens etc. and then walk around a table that had a tablecloth and a setting on it and give it a kind of solemn look
so i watched this for a while and later asked what the deal with the table was and the woman who ran the kitchen told me that a little black boy had disappeared a few years back and they'd set the table up for him in case he ever found his way back and i thought
hmmmm. it was the first point at which i felt like maybe i was genuinely less bc of growing up outside the black church. after i started reading the post-colonial shit it kind of clicked that what that the faith in whatever had made that moment possible was and could be transformative outside of conventional religious contexts. i wanted desperately in that moment to have known that boy and to have been able to look at that table like they all did.
it all feels frustratingly half-baked for me but like, there's a radical politics of the metaphysical somewhere in there.
vis-a-vis your comment about personal atheism, yeah definitely. years ago, back when i used to live in ohio, i went to this dope dope soul food restaurant that was actually the cafeteria of a church. anyway i was getting a fried pork chop and greens etc. and realized that it was sunday afternoon and church was actually in session, and i opened the door and peaked through it and felt.. something? something. so like i waited there until church let out and watched all of the people come out into the cafeteria and mingle loudly and comment on the quality of the fried pork chops and greens etc. and then walk around a table that had a tablecloth and a setting on it and give it a kind of solemn look
so i watched this for a while and later asked what the deal with the table was and the woman who ran the kitchen told me that a little black boy had disappeared a few years back and they'd set the table up for him in case he ever found his way back and i thought
hmmmm. it was the first point at which i felt like maybe i was genuinely less bc of growing up outside the black church. after i started reading the post-colonial shit it kind of clicked that what that the faith in whatever had made that moment possible was and could be transformative outside of conventional religious contexts. i wanted desperately in that moment to have known that boy and to have been able to look at that table like they all did.
it all feels frustratingly half-baked for me but like, there's a radical politics of the metaphysical somewhere in there.