Ancient writings. Before the Bible. Words from prophets and kings. Teaching morals. Rules of the game.

I play an old Coltrane album, Love Supreme, while I read books on religion, philosophy, Winnie The Pooh. All about caring for your neighbor, your fellow man.

A voice sings in the background, A love supreme…A love supreme….A love supreme…while Jimmy Garrison’s fingers glide on the neck and stroke the belly of the bass I feel at ease. This should be my new morning ritual. Never have I felt so calm, so tranquil.

Maybe the Christians are right. Maybe you can be born again.