Life is a Disaster, Life is so Beautiful

When in the company of my rationalist friends – that is, those of my friends who display┬áthat quality the way a pimp wears his rings – I’m often met with puzzled, maybe disappointed, maybe embarrassed looks when I try to explain my interest in religion. The following is a reply to a friend in a long discussion on the topic, so please forgive the lack of structure and unacknowledged existentialist approach. It was never meant to be an essay, but I’ve found it does an adequate job of expressing why religion, and religious studies, always draws me back. I draw on the Holocaust film “Life Is Beautiful” to help illustrate┬ámy point, and so as Episode 2 of Fear & Loathing in the New Jerusalem prepares to plunge into the horrors of Nazi era, I thought I would share it. Continue reading