I was – of course – not asked by someone from the great God-survey, held in the Netherlands. But if I would have had a say, this is what I would have proclaimed: I believe in Mary – after all the woman whose name originates in the Egyptian word for ‘love’ or ‘lover’.
Phrased even sharper: I believe in the Madonna of Caravaggio.
I believe in the mother who loves her child, as I hope she would have loved me, if I would have been her child. Precisely trampling the head of the evil serpent, just in time before her son with the playful foot would have been bitten!
I believe in the woman who, in arid times and face to face with former Puritans, had to exonerate an act of love and the child in her womb. This woman, with all her well-deserved pet names.
Maria Stella Maris – Star of the Sea.
Maria Consolatrix Afflictorum – Comforter of one who needs consolation.
Mater Dolorosa – The Mother, the Sad one…
I believe in Mary. With the courage of despair.
I believe in the symbol of all that is good. As I believe in snooker, in chess, in love and above all in music, in which I always hear Her singing.
Maria Intacta – untainted by churls and frills.
This is what I would have told the interviewer – nothing else.