a good friend of mine, a christian man, once raised an idea to me. he spoke of god and how every culture has this different idea of who or what 'god' is and how open to interpretation we are. if you hold before man the idea of god in an agricultural society the people are probably going to claim the sun to be their god. it makes sense. without the sun there would be no crop so a fit sacrifice would be to offer some grain to the sun god. this would make sure that the sun will rise again in the morning and again the cycle of agriculture can continue. if you hold before man the idea of god in a militant society perhaps the people would choose a fierce animal to be their god, not unlike a lion or a dragon. the idea of god is simply open to interpretation and we use god to fill in the blanks for things which we cannot mutually understand and especially cannot understand in our differences.
this made me wonder about other things that really are only ideas to us, like love or kinship. surely the idea of love varies from culture to culture and our interpretations of what love is seems to mix like oil and water in some situations. to some, love is an act of jealousy or fear while to others, love is a concept of trust and mutual understanding. it operates under principals of chance and uncertainty much like life does. it is a profound connection between two people whether sexual, familial or perhaps also the love of a god, a religious love.
hold before man the idea of god and see if the concept of love enters their mind or even fear. to some believers, god is love and love is god, the two are the same. i admire these people in their successes for discovering a true and unconditional love whereas people like me tend to dwell in the belief that love is simply something endless, compared only to our universe or furthermore in the profoundness of how truly small we humans are... and although we are small and made of nothingness, we love another for that every bit of nothingness that they are
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When death comes for me, I won't be there,
I won't be found anywhere,
Not in nirvana
Not in SAKARA
not chomolungma or guadalajara
Have you noticed that everywhere you plan to go to suddenly erupts into a revolution?
Look, then, to the signs of God's mercy - how He restores life to the earth after its death - verily He it is Who quickens the dead, for He is powerful over all things
Every village must have its headman; every needle must have its manufacturer and craftsman. And, as you know, every letter must be written by someone. How, then, can it be that so extremely well-ordered a kingdom should have no ruler? And how can so much wealth have no owner
yours affectionately :)
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