He was still worry about God's existence or non-existence. Klerm Mcharrel didn't know what to do with that dilemma. If his thoughts sometimes wondered about those critical questions, his daily life experience kept moving at the same pace. In other words, in a random way, never straight like the lines of any rational thought with premises, follow ups and conclusions. Life was a riddle..
One day having coffee with his friend Gally, he realized his mind felt free to talk and in that freedom he discovered his thoughts were full of life, adventure, imagination, creative or destructive, peaceful, aggressive; libidinous or puritanical, anarchistic or rigidly bureaucratic. Suddenly, looking at Gally who was smiling at him with her beautiful shinning eyes, he saw himself as a whole universe of ideas and desires.
Gally asked him if he still thought God was a relevant question in his life. Klerm Mcharrel kept silence for a few seconds, took a sip of coffee and looking at the ceiling and then at the near window, and then at himself; deep inside himself, he said: "My thoughts are one thing, but my experience goes in many different directions. Sometimes my thoughts get wild meanwhile my daily experience is quite an orderline. God might be something in between, perhaps God is just an idea that helps to put ourselves at the center of something so we can't get lost in such a whirling kaleidoscopic universe." Gally smiled again and she nodded with and approving "more or less". When he left the coffee shop he felt fully immersed in a foreign reality he couldn't name anymore. Then, words came back and he knew he must be careful how to use them naming what was there, beyond his control and daily routine.
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