Sep 2018
What if we created God?
No, this is not another conspiracy theory or a girl’s confused saunter in a journey to find meaning to life. This is not to be an interesting argument starter or a struggle to find validation. It isn’t a base for someone to be a knight in shining armor and save a befuddled mind from chaos. What it is though is a labyrinth, a maze of furious eyes and hypercritical thoughts and a road to a much known prejudice.
But what if? Have you ever wondered?
What if someone, before calligraphy and inscriptions, before devotion and this iron-clad faith, when the world wasn’t as small as it is now and the need to feel presence of another being was at its apex, what if someone in the unknown vortex of time stared up at the vast entity of the sky that seemed to be filled with life back then and called out to what may or may not have felt real.
And just like this make-believe man, what if each of us (in our own way) look up at the sky and in our hearts, and call out to an entity that may or may not be real, may or may not be listening, may or may not be watching over each and every one of us; and I ask myself if it would truly matter if we created God. Would this glorified being, living in the shades beyond the clouds of the promise land lose his or her beauty? Would creation seem less beautiful; as if the depth of the oceans would fail being mysterious or mountains escape their sense of opposition? Would flight become something that was not envied even though our eyes stared at the freedom the wings of a bird possessed? Would the caress of the wind on our skin stop our hairs from standing on end? Would music misplace its rhythm or melodies deafen our ears?
Would our eyes stop seeing the gorgeous in the world if what we thought created the gorgeous was but only a figment of our own prelude?
No, this is not another conspiracy theory or a girl’s confused saunter in a journey to find meaning to life. This is not to be an interesting argument starter or a struggle to find validation. It isn’t a base for someone to be a knight in shining armor and save a befuddled mind from chaos. What it is though is a labyrinth, a maze of furious eyes and hypercritical thoughts and a road to a much known prejudice.
But what if? Have you ever wondered?
What if someone, before calligraphy and inscriptions, before devotion and this iron-clad faith, when the world wasn’t as small as it is now and the need to feel presence of another being was at its apex, what if someone in the unknown vortex of time stared up at the vast entity of the sky that seemed to be filled with life back then and called out to what may or may not have felt real.
And just like this make-believe man, what if each of us (in our own way) look up at the sky and in our hearts, and call out to an entity that may or may not be real, may or may not be listening, may or may not be watching over each and every one of us; and I ask myself if it would truly matter if we created God. Would this glorified being, living in the shades beyond the clouds of the promise land lose his or her beauty? Would creation seem less beautiful; as if the depth of the oceans would fail being mysterious or mountains escape their sense of opposition? Would flight become something that was not envied even though our eyes stared at the freedom the wings of a bird possessed? Would the caress of the wind on our skin stop our hairs from standing on end? Would music misplace its rhythm or melodies deafen our ears?
Would our eyes stop seeing the gorgeous in the world if what we thought created the gorgeous was but only a figment of our own prelude?
