Boj never stopped loving Ed. After the old AmerIndian totally disappeared from his life, Boj thought often of his kindness.
Boj ultimately rejected Ed's religion. Boj could never quite believe that touching some relic could make him remember his day's, magically imparting some vision by transporting him to a past time and place.
Boj did come to see the deep, mystic reverence of all religion for the past. Catholic Christians believed in religious relics. Protestant and Free Church Christians searched exhaustively for Noah's Ark, crowded to see the Shroud of Turin, took Moslem-like pilgrimmages to the "Holy Lands," and could not wait to experience anabaptism in the Jordan River. Islam featured the Haj to the Holy City. Buddhism and Reform Buddhism (Hinduism), long after they ceased to be called religions, still majored their fund raising on the sale of ancient style relics, which they would sell without a sale, as part of their holy begging.
Mysticism, paganism, animisim, polytheism, Platonism and proto-Platonism, even anti-theism, all had their references to the natural world as sacred, as though a holy primitivism could be found to restore humanity's missing link with the world. Boj wanted to believe there was a time when the People could talk to the animals, who would intercede for them with the Earth Mother. He decried the primitive Christian view that seemed to teach God-given human control over the world as an excuse to pillage natural resources and destroy divine creation, one disappearing species after another.
"Even if men have the right to rule," Boj asked one of his teachers, "are we free to use that power to destroy? Why don't we see our power as responsibility to enhance the world? God started with a Garden. Why are we making deserts?"
Speeches like this got Boj beaten up a lot. Golda was forever pulling him out of a room of angry religionists.
"You are an equal opporunity offender," she told him after one session. "You even made the Quakers mad that time. An Amish guy wanted to give you a good bashing."
You cannot have religion without history," Boj told her. "The problem with history and religion is people think something has to be historically factual to be true. Myth is truth, it just is not factual truth."
"Yes, sweet babe," she answered. Deeply in love with her husband, the father of their five children, two sets of girl twins and the little boy they named Isaac but both called "Spare Heir," she was hungry just then and tired. She wanted food and bed; a snack and a snuggle.
"Mind your driving," she told Boj, as he opened his mouth to continue. "Get me home. The baby sitter is bound to be a sight by now."
Boj quieted. He drove home, lost in his thoughts.
What Boj finally rejected was any religion, or element of religion, that could only take him to the past. Religion is history written by Holy People, told as lore around campfires by Sages or shaken out in the rattles of the Shaman. Rite and ritual form a part of religion because each shake of the censer evokes an image of the glory days of men, animals and nature. Boj loved all the stories. He just needed something that would take him forward.
His religion, like his body and mind, had to grow to be real.
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