Fractal Theologies
(Easter weekend is either the best or worst time to post this poem, we'll see)
1. I try to explain Christianity to my Chinese friend who knows nothing of religion but has read the Diamond Sutra, Laozi, Jung, a million other thinkers. 2. If you go far enough into religion, out past platitudes and precepts and personal absolution, you arrive on Mystery’s shores. If you go far enough into science, beyond microbiology and astrophysics and all that is known or can be, you arrive on Mystery’s shores. 3. Because she asks, 7 a.m. on a Saturday, Christians believe we’re all born guilty, right? And I say, mostly, but not all— and the story doesn’t say precisely that, ‘the Bible’ and ‘Christian theology’ not being quite the same. 4. What’s the difference? The words and the meaning, the story and its reading. A guy named Paul. Millennia of interpretations, translations, traditions, fanfictions. Origins lost to sand but inscribed in chromosomal theology. There was no apple. 5. A Sufi friend in the department asks what I believe. I don’t know how to say the boxes all fold outward, the spectra in the wrong plane. 6. I plot the points of my reverse Pascal’s Wager. My loyalties Compassion over Creed, Love over Control, Mystery over Fauxcertainty, Mercy over God. 7. I’m not a saint, just asymmetrical on everyone else’s slipping axes. 8. What they call fact is an unsolved unsolvable. Requires nine more dimensions than Cartesian coordinates offer. How do you encase in equation Being that has no equal? This is multivariable calculus taking a walk in an undersea forest. Nonlinear geometry with poetry for numbers. God is a polynomial with fractals for cells. You make up an answer or make peace with the questions. 9. I have already said too much.
What are you thinking about on Easter weekend, friends? What is your relationship with mystery?



I love this piece, Kendra. The form, the nuance, the “facts.” My favorite line: There was no apple. ❤️
Thinking along these same lines and how so many think they know some Truth that no one can truly explain or agree on after all these thousands of years.
Love this phrase: "Mystery over
Fauxcertainty"
I'm with you!