I am unconvinced by religion and unimpressed with its effect on human rights –which is more likely to be bad than good. “Spirituality” too often involves separating ethics from human consequences. “Sure, torturing and killing all those unarmed men, women and children seems bad to the unenlightened, but God/Jehovah/Allah/etc. will understand when I stand before the glorious throne and explain it. At worst, He’ll shake his head and chuckle at my naughty shenanigans.”
On the other hand, the supernatural — that part of the universe we don’t fully comprehend — does exist, though at this point it’s hidden from us. I just don’t believe prayers or rituals make much of a dent in it, beyond allowing many of us to cope.
One beautiful night many decades ago, when I was lying in the grass under the stars with a lover, he pointed up and said, “Do you know what we are seeing?”
He told me all those stars were the big bang, the creation of the universe. We are, he explained, in the middle of an explosion that happened so long ago we can barely understand it, and every point of light we see in the night sky is all that glorious debris, still flying away from us.
I suppose that’s about as spiritual as I can get.