<p>I&rsquo;ll start by just saying how my column came to be known as... <em>Rote Writer</em>.</p><p>I longed to share something more than just a smile; though some smiles I&rsquo;ve shared have lasted longer than an Irish mile.</p><p>My column came to me after reading an editorial. It bothered me so I wrote a letter to the editor. Here it is in its entirety.</p><p>&ldquo;I write in response to the editorial in the February 22, 2008 issue of <em>What&rsquo;s up Yukon</em> by Darrell Hookey titled:</p><p>&lsquo;A Church for the Rest of Us.&rsquo;</p><p>The title and theme of the editorial mirrors the <em>Seinfeld</em> television episode called &lsquo;A Festivus for the Rest of Us&rsquo;. It comically depicts the <em>Costanza</em> family fed up with Christmas as the holiest holiday.</p><p>Today folks are fed up with royalty too or anything untrue. So stay true to you and let the restrictive reigns of religion be ripped apart by reality.</p><p>Let reality replace religion.</p><p>And to avoid another religion resurfacing... let each person speak for themselves in this so called and coined &lsquo;Church of the Self&rsquo;. Though if the editor checked he would see its been used many times before, even biblically.</p><p>Lets avoid cultivating a cult by avoiding avarice, entitling titles or using words that take away individuality like; our, we or us.</p><p>Any phrase incorporating the word lets shall be acceptable though not let&rsquo;s. It&rsquo;s a contraction for let us and that&rsquo;s a no no. Though here I say it&rsquo;s okay.</p><p>Let&rsquo;s hold these three words as the new rule, the highest tenet:</p><p>I don&rsquo;t know.</p><p>Let&rsquo;s say anyone, as in atheists who say there is no God and believers who say there is a God; don&rsquo;t know one way or another.</p><p>So let&rsquo;s say &lsquo;I don&rsquo;t know.&rsquo;</p><p>Let&rsquo;s say Rote spent years studying the world&rsquo;s religions, philosophies and ideologies; he also delved into Darwin, Dawkins and the Dark before clarity came.</p><p>It came to him in a wild moment after sitting still for some time. He meditated daily for years searching for the universal will&mdash;thinking without thought.</p><p>Let&rsquo;s say Rote found what all spiritual seekers seek at night with his white fanged wolf/coyote cross Micmac.</p><p>The two were true to the north; nestled in the northern lights, north of sixty, night after night.</p><p>It happened one night while the two were having fun fighting, frolicking; howling at the moon... making snow angels during a deep freeze of minus forty on frozen Marsh Lake in Yukon Territory.</p><p>It was momentous and synchronous as would be the Second Coming.</p><p>It came to him like a celestial event as sure as there was one occurring for comets Hale-Bopp and Hyakutake did dawn upon what was divinely drawn.</p><p>Rote realised not knowing is knowing&hellip; and the more you know&hellip; the less you know.</p><p>Only ignorance insists it knows.</p><p>Rote knows! He knows knowledge is knowing the now.</p><p>Now let&rsquo;s say Rote has a column in syndication that deals with the real called <em>Rote Writer</em>.</p><p>Let&rsquo;s say the column answers all the angst believers and nonbelievers feel. The column gives them something more than the empirical or biblical dust to dust.</p><p>With the same thrust lets keep it simple by entrusting these Three Tiny Treatises as the building blocks for the Church:</p><p>A bubble began,<br />
The life of I am,<br />
A Self Contained Underwater Breathing Apparatus,<br />
Joined with other S.C.U.B.A. suspending the stratus.<br />
~<br />
Gravity forms all,<br />
Big and small,<br />
From foot to flower,<br />
To root and shower.<br />
~<br />
All thought,<br />
However taught,<br />
Comes to naught,<br />
So go by what you know,<br />
And need to know,<br />
And let the rest go.</p><p>&nbsp;</p>