What Pete Seeger, or any other ancient folkie, or still less that charlatan Bob Dylan, and, definitely, very very very least of all, Sting, may think is of little concern to me. Well it's interesting of course but no more so than the musings of anyone else. I have no such people up on pedestals, thanks, especially when they're people who gain some sort of fame in one arena then start to sound off about something entirely unrelated to what they're famous for. Pete Seeger on religion is about as relevant as Sir Paul McCartney on the rare butterflies of the Bude Marshes Nature Reserve. And, for the two millionth and third time (please listen, will you, for a bloody change), I'm not asking anyone for proof of anything. I just want to see some reasonably convincing evidence. That does not include what a bloke and his like-minded mates (as opposed to independent witnesses, preferably of a reasonably sceptical nature) want to claim about some kind of bogus religious healing thing. I've already covered that so I won't dwell on it. Let me suggest an alternative approach. Look at the world in all its wonderful diversity and beauty. Then just dwell for a minute on how gloriously ordinary it all is. Everything you see is in harmony with itself, with everything else (except when we clumsy naked apes screw it up, of course) and with the laws of physics. That's joyously brilliant to me. It makes me want to explore and find out more, in the delicious knowledge that the more I learn the more I'll want to learn. When ordinariness is so sublime, there's no need to superimpose something extra-ordinary on top. In fact, not only is that pointless, it's abject and it's intellectually-stunting. It just stops you looking. You have a bogus "answer" which kills your curiosity. If you ask me why we're here, I haven't a clue really but I'm sure it's something to do with the need to be curious, never to stop looking. And that superimposing thing stops you doing that thing that you so aimlessly accuse me of not doing - asking.