To Question God?
Is to question God a form of blasphemy? Philosophy leads us to a
certain reality that our knowledge is expanding exponentially. Each
succeeding year technology and technocracy bring us the magnificence
of convention and convenience, pleasure and prosperity. Surely this
is a grimace in the scheme of time. Perhaps the most difficult of all
tasks is to prove the existence of God outside the confines and
comfort of historical writing. Although relevant and forever timely,
let us just for a brief moment forego dogma, and rely on our natural
senses. Not on the folly of our emotions, but on the construct of our
natural being. It is easy to rely on what others tell us, yet is not
the task of each individual to experience and internalize their own
uniqueness? It is within this uniqueness that lay a door to the
ethereal. Is it possible to find God within a vacuum? I shall in
kind proceed to answer this question without benefit or blame of
others.
I am unique to myself therefore unique to the universe. This
universe I speak of is not the outer universe, but the inner universe
that exists within me. This inner universe is as important to me, if
not more so, than the outer universe. It is as unseen, and as
abstract as God. I often visit there, recognize its existence, but
cannot define it in tangible terms. I can speak of it, write about
it, yet fail to give it substance I can grasp, thus creating an
unresolved dichotomy within me. A place where pragmatism could give
me respite, but pragmatism is in itself dogmatic. There is no room
for arrogant thought or wise speculation. There is only room for
“I”. An “I” that exists without ambition or egotism, goal or
agenda . Just simply “I”.
In the final analysis, no one can be me, but me. No one can
exist in me, but me. Therefore, I exist within a microcosm. I do not
cease to exist because I am not able to demand verification from
others that I do. Within this microcosm lay the answer to the riddle
of God, that is, “He” is, and “I” am. I do not equivocate myself, I
simply recognize that we both exist within a world that cannot be
defined. By denying the possibility of God, I deny the possibility of
myself. Even a dream is more than a dream, it is a part of who I am.
A part of me that exists within that inner universe called self. Self
awareness begs us to ask the question; how I know I exist? In a word,
death. Death proves life in the external universe, leaving us a
question regarding the internal universe.
Death has no dominion over us in the internal universe. Can I
prove such? In a word, faith. A faith that is left undefined. The
moment we attempt to define faith we fail. Faith is not something we
merely practice, package and present. It is an ineffable enigma that
meanders through our dreams within our internal universe, facilitating
kinship with all that is ethereal. I may hold death in my hands, yet
with all its form and substance, it is forever tangible, forever
barred from ingress to the intangible. Yet I coexist seeking a
harmonious balance one to the other. As I die, I live, recognizing
that I am not half but whole. I am one, he is one, we are one. God
lives in the dreams that encompasses the internal universe. So there
I go to seek him.
God is a question, without a question mark. He is an answer
without a period. This does not blaspheme he, but acknowledges the
potential of his presence. As I unlock the door to my own unique
internal universe and elect to step through, so too will he be.
RS
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