For me religion means living in constant exposure to the unconditional, open to something excessive, exceptional, unforeseeable, unprogramable, something slightly mad relative to the rationality of means-and-end thinking.
To lack the religion of which I speak is to allow the series of conditions to surround and submerge us. We would see no further than our noses, have a nose only for good investment, for making a profit, so that our lives would be consumed by consuming, swallowed up by winning, where everything has a price…
There are times when we try to measure and foresee, seeking some assurance about outcomes, and then there are things whose immeasurable mystery and obscurity bring us up short and give us pause. These are not actually different things, but different ways of living with things.
– Jack Caputo, Hoping Against Hope, 37