If there Were a God—

"Sometimes I think I must be stoned as I read this stuff cuz it’s so far out…😳😁👍🏽" - Bera Dordoni, ND

… I’ve gotta figure he/she/they/it would have to be omniglottal. And by that I do mean ALL languages. Not just the known ones here on Earth, but also the unknown ones, the unEarthly ones, and the cosmic ones of which we puny humans cannot even conceive.

Such a reality would consequently negate religions’ claims that their scriptures are unique, the singular true path or message.

On the one hand, since nearly all ancient doctrines share the same core tenets—decency, honor, compassion, love, gratitude, empathy, unity, etc. in thought, word, and action—it would also explain mankind’s credo proliferation.

Delving further, if’n the cited omniglot entity/spirit/presence were also omnipotent… stay with me, I’ve thought this out, as Michael McIntyre would say… then said deity must needs have known each separate homo-sapiens clump would contort their particular version of those same truths to their own desires.

And since cream doth rise and witches somehow float, it would necessarily be equally true that the aforenamed butter-fatted demons would be the ones doing the skewing for their own betterment.

Right? Indubitably.

Thus it logically follows that this allegedly all-knowing, polyglot, supreme being/organism/specter must have been fully cognizant of the above sequence’s unavoidability since almightiness, by definition, eliminates the possibility of chance or error.

Dismissing the heaven-hell nonsense—

… eternal salvation or damnation based on the words, thoughts, deeds exhibited within a limited number of planet revolutions around its sun is too farfetched to be naught but a bogeyman scare-tactic—

… we’re left with the unavoidable conclusion that we, the heterogenous members of the only species we know of that can record its present for future miscomprehension and distortion, either done made up the whole godly trope in our lot’s infancy, or the earliest ideologies had it right all along when they envisioned gods as petty and mean… politically correct terms for assholes.

“But what about the eternal soul’s journey?!” I hear you cry. “Isn’t each lifetime a chance to learn the lessons we ignored or were too self-involved (try not to read “stupid”) to absorb in our past lifetimes? And isn’t that an example of his/her/their/its divine plan?”

To which I respond, “How so?” Even considering indigenous traditions of animism and spiritual mysticism, I’m still left with grand-scheme purposelessness. Wherefore the rationale behind our kind’s seventy, eighty, sometimes 100-plus and zero-minus life spans? Why must destruction always precede creation? How is evolution so unpredictable, emotional conviction so impervious to proven veracity?

I am blessed/cursed to have this-lifetime proof of love after death in multiple incarnations, but that nevertheless non-surmounts my pointed “So what?” Those proofs are personal and existentially limited. It would take a far more romantic spirit than mine to overgeneralize them into atemporal reality, i.e., to accept such a hellova emotional conviction with no empirical underpinning whatsoever.

See, the nice thing about facts is that I don’t have to believe in them. They exist without my input or approval, the same in every culture, language, and planetary location. I need not applaud them or tithe to their third-party representative. They don’t demand my acknowledgement, much less my attendance or acceptance.

What deity or religion can claim the same? Even spiritualists default to third-party wisdoms.

Reality is cleaner and richer, offers more potential and fewer distractions than a cloying life of, “Daddy, Daddy, look at me, look at me! See what I’m doing? Look! Am I doing it right? Do you still love me? Can I have a cookie now? Please? Please?!”

Here are the facts by which I live: Decaf coffee is brown water. Skim milk is white water. I alone am responsible for my words and actions, whatever crap I’ve gone through. The connections I feel and knowings I channel speak to oneness, sans detached overlord.

Now if there were a god, shouldn’t he/she/they/it have seen that coming? And if’n h/s/t/I did, what possible difference would it make as to whether or not I should eat that last piece of blueberry pie?