Spiritual Yearnings and Sell-By Dates

Sometimes it seems that even the very High Streets of our souls are now themselves past their sell-by dates with the shops becoming the hollow empty husks that so much resemble the promises of politicians and the witch-doctors of all the religions as they lie bare and empty before us.

It is not that we have run out of things to buy, for shopping is still the holiest of holies, with the bright shiny things still holding us in awed devotions as we peruse the web pages of all that could be wanted or desired. It is just that the High Street itself no longer caters for our needs. Just as the churches and other edifices of the old religions lie as empty and falling into ruins as the temples and holy places of the even older religions, now our shops lie empty and forlorn too.

Of course, there are the religions of the perfectly-cooked meal and the dwelling space made more desirable by nailing fancy bits of wood hither and yon, as well as the studying of the entrails of the doings and sayings of the most holy celebrities to bring meaning into lives no longer spiritually satisfied by the holy rites of shopping.

But still we yearn for more, for a religion that transcends these dreary routine days and somehow makes a brand new world-famous celebrity out of each of us.