When the year 2000 approached, so did the end of my journey in Christianity. Fascinated, as always, by religion lived as a cultural phenomenon more than once, I asked myself what new religion should I look at after Islam and Christianity?
Judaism as a third part of the Abrahamic religions? But is it not written that the first will be the last? Moses will wait. Buddhism, spread by the Tibetan monks in exile? It is indeed a major religious fact of our time, but philosophy more than religion, Buddhism does not challenge me.
Rather, my curiosity led me towards the polytheists, that the religions of the Book deal with, at best, with condescension and, at worst, with contempt, which has always perplexed me; in what way is the belief in a single god morally superior to the cult of multiple gods? Aren’t Judaism, Christianity and Islam themselves imbued with belief and animistic rituals?
One day I discovered on a trip by plane, in one of the thick journals distributed there, a photo essay on voodoo that survives not only in Africa and Latin America, but the followers practice worship in New York itself. In our world which has been profoundly transformed by science and technology, why this return of the irrational?
On that day…