I dream of it sometimes. El dios. The Occidental’s deity of purity. Occasionally I will recognize that all great powers are just a manifestation of it. One of my friends is atheist. I’m ethno-catholic. And yet he has what our society would call a good moral conduct. I am the ominous bird perched on the bare shoulder, infesting the mind to my liking. I am the believer but also the holder of power. This is what I tell him and he doesn’t understand. To believe is to be. My god is his god. I purposely impose my god onto him to demonstrate what the christian god means to me. It is an intruder into my meso-indigenous culture. El conquistador. I’m left with La Virgen de Guadalupe, la mestiza. To me, I have but one dios. And it is everywhere I am.
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