When the subject of religion came up with a friend in Vienna — I can’t remember why — he danced me around to expressing my own view as one of religious pluralism. I think I’ll write this down, because it came up — or almost came up — again at a delightful dinner of Schnitzel and Gemüse in Hanover.
My spiritual identity draws from many springs: Catholic, Buddhist, Marxist atheist, existentialist atheist, pagan, and purely materialist physics, to name a few. All have forced me into a pleasurable pondering over the core of everything, and with each new pondering comes another manifold in spiritual identity. Or, to further mix my metaphor, why build a house with only one tool — a saw or a hammer? Isn’t a house more solid when a product of many tools?