WHO? Thinking Aloud...
WHO? Thinking Aloud...
I no longer know who I speak to.
It is not the God of the Bible.
It is not the God of the Koran.
It is not God of any religion.
And yet my faith is constant and true.
It is as if the sum of all these religions
do conspire to give me the One True God
and I comprehend this not.
An Intelligent Being
Yes .
A Creator
Yes .
Salvation
Yes .
The Source Of All Life
Yes.
Spirit and soul do knit together in tissue, in fibre.
The spirit is shimmering, real, and ever-present.
Here, yet seemingly absent.
Invisible, yet Whose Presence I’m constantly aware of.
It is as if all the religions attempt in vain to describe the One True God...
The God as they depict
him, her, or them.
How do I know?
How dare I presume God’s sexuality!
There is fear in death, rightly so, but it is misplaced!
From cradle we are taught we rebelled in some garden, we ate that which we were forbidden, and thus... With knowledge... comes the curse of death.
Really?
And then the chance to redeem…!
Yet I look into the cycle of life, into the seasons,
and there is repetition in abundance, all around me.
Why should it not be any different for humankind?
How so?
That we do separate ourselves from this phenomenon as superior beings?
It is a conundrum.
Life’s conundrum.
All I know is that in the Universe is perfection.
It is beyond our wildest understanding.
It could not have happened by chance.
If perchance it did...
Where did that which caused the chance come from?
And where did those components that caused that chance come from?
And where did those that caused them, come from?
There is no ending. We insist that our universe is everything.
No!
Our Universe is, it seems to me,
but the tiniest part of something far greater
and which, in turn,
is part of something greater still,
and so it goes on ad infinitum.
It is so.
It cannot be otherwise.
Am I lost in my abandonment?
No.
Is my life weighed down?
No.
Yet we know that the Universe is finite.
That it will return to darkness.
That used to frighten me.
It no longer does.
It means that there is something even greater.
Far, far beyond
It is as if the Universe itself
becomes a speck in the scheme
of Greater Things.
When was I weighed down?
When I subscribed to the writings and babblings of men!!
When I accepted literal interpretation that is, it turns out, too often allegorical, nothing more.
Do I repudiate these babblings?
No. That would be arrogant.
But I do adjust my focus on them
in light of my current understanding of this Universe,
which is,
in a way little more than an ink spot upon a single page.
If I think in terms of pixels
and how many pixels will make up that single page,
I am still within the first particle of the first pixel;
and when I realize that that first pixel is nine-tenths empty,
and the one-tenth is that which I call the Universe,
I now find comprises Multiverses;
so, I can sleep soundly at night, sure in the absolute certainty of a Greater Being …
Oh!
And very much, outside Time.
I like to think of the dust particles I saw one afternoon floating in the sunlight
as the beam shafted into the lounge.
What?
And I childishly thought if I can see these particles,
I guess that means that You can see all the ones I cannot see, God!
The thought amused me.
In the tiniest recesses of my even tinier mind, I heard a whisper.
Indeed. But consider.
Not only can I see all of these particles individually and simultaneously,
… hang onto your hat now …
I can see inside them too!
Simultaneously!
You’d better go and make yourself a cuppa.
I think I will … … … …
It is now October. I’ve thought long and hard since writing that last stanza on 13 April 2023 and I find nothing. What I have based my entire life on, its foundation, is nothing more than a gigantic fairytale, a grotesque type ‘game of thrones’, yet with one difference. Game of Thrones is just theatre, make-believe, fantasy, and pins and prop cruelty.
Whereas all these religions that purport to be the real thing and are not,
nevertheless apply cruelty
with no need nor even desire
for pins and props make believe.
Be away with you.
All of you!
24 October 2023
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LIVERPOOL
© 2023 Kenneth Thomas Webb
Originally written in verse form 13 February 2015 in the poetry blog, with a prose version in A Thousand Dimensions on the main blog.
The cover is Digital Art by KTW © 2023 KTW
Ken Webb is a writer and proofreader. His website, kennwebb.com, showcases his work as a writer, blogger and podcaster, resting on his successive careers as a police officer, progressing to a junior lawyer in succession and trusts as a Fellow of the Institute of Legal Executives, a retired officer with the Royal Air Force Volunteer Reserve, and latterly, for three years, the owner and editor of two lifestyle magazines in Liverpool.
He also just handed over a successful two year chairmanship in Gloucestershire with Cheltenham Regency Probus.
Pandemic aside, he spends his time equally between his city, Liverpool, and the county of his birth, Gloucestershire.
In this fast-paced present age, proof-reading is essential. And this skill also occasionally leads to copy-editing writers’ manuscripts for submission to publishers and also student and post graduate dissertations.
