God is not quite reaching to save
me but then this is something that I have to deal with and get through before life gets through with me. The situation is not ironic at all; it is simply the
process of life—which ends on the physical level. It is not personal but much
greater than that. It often feels personal, partly because I was indoctrinated
with this notion of a “personal God who cares about me.” One who believes such
things, even “just” deeply and even if they “understand” it is false, is bound
to have expectations and consequent profound disappointment as well as
disillusionment, for it is a most insidious illusion. However, life is not
unfortunate; it simply is as it is. Life is not to be blamed. False teachings
of a God of Illusion by religions of delusion are to be blamed. The fact that
we are stupid and unable enough to possess the discrimination through which to
think adequately is absolutely unfortunate. But some of us are able to escape
the cave and its darkness and falseness, finding ourselves initially absolutely
blinded by the light of the sun, which may last lifetimes and lifetimes, but
ultimately we do see. All is not
lost.
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