Sabarimala burns, metaphorically of course, as nation and court decides. While we fight over it, we need to talk about the deeper issue of how we treat God and his business, and how we should. God is everyone's favourite strawman, and Superman too—both at the same time. The faithful and the faithless hold him in high stead. Those who don't believe in him don't dismiss but criticize him equally for not being super enough. He's the guy we either shoot at or pray to when we can't explain the world (or anything else) to ourselves. He's everything and all in one for everyone at all times, regardless of whether he claims to be so. We think he automatically becomes public property and slack is the least he gets from us. Surprisingly, it's an extremely good cover up that works. We can embrace our imperfection while thrashing his. What makes this idea possible is the fact that he is faceless and quiet the whole time. His absence and silence gives us
A corner of the Universe where this inconspicuous observer makes notes about a strange world and a bunch of things it represents.