God Isn't Dead, but Dying

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Who or what is God to you? He/she/it can literally be anything, as long as you recognize a higher power inherent within her/him/it, right?

Right.

As long as you believe something, it is true. There's no viable proof needed, because any proof or disproof would be negated by personal belief. It's been this case since the inception of higher thought.

With this in mind, it becomes apparent that the issue with God is that the definition of God keeps changing. And, one person, or group, telling everyone else what, or who, God is goes directly against the idea of God. If God is everywhere and in everything--if God is omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent--then defining what God isn't should be far easier than describing who or what God is. Therefore, it is improper to affirmatively define God, absolutely.

If you believe God is endless, then putting limits on the idea of God is futile, almost hypocritical, maybe even sacrilegious. God can literally be anything or anyone, as long as there is belief and an inherent higher power. I'm referring to something or someone well beyond the powers of humankind. Something or someone that can transcend the greatest limits of thought and flesh. This, therefore, includes science. It includes nature. It even includes the concept of a deity.

Problems arise people attribute their limited traits to their God. It's axiomatic that God is not human. God is greater than humans can hope to be as they remain human. There are only two things human beings know, for sure: life and death. We are able to recognize life on a conscious and visceral level, and death in the very same way. The God concept gives us a glimpse of a greater existence; we are able to witness death, yet remain alive; we are able to witness life come from death; we are able to observe that which has never been alive, at least from what we can obviously tell, yet still affects both the living and the dead.

Why, then, would God be a single, limited entity? What true deity is limited by the definitions of mortality? Still, for centuries people have been building barriers against one another over a myriad of schools of thought. This, of course, is all religions, philosophies, etc., all of which come short of the ultimate truth, whatever it might be. These organizations are, in essence, killing the real God, as long as they maintain a barrier against others' views and experiences.

If God is allowed to remain a mystery, then God will be revealed a little more through every passing generation. It stands to reason that constant communication with God is essential to allow this to happen. Revelation, therefore, must be a continual truth. Discovery, in all its forms and through any medium (science, philosophy, religion, etc.) is revelation. And, if these revelations come from a source beyond our current understanding, are these not revelations from God?

It becomes apparent, following this line of thinking, that the solution to social discord over God is to allow the greater existence of God to be what it is. To stifle God within the confines of human imagination is to kill the very notion, and this will lead to widespread atheism, which can only lead to widespread nihilism. And widespread nihilism will only lead to the despair, and the ultimate destruction, of us as a species.

We have been granted, for whatever reason, the gift of higher thought--greater intelligence than that of the other creatures on Earth. Is this not reason enough to allow the concept of God to freely flow from one school of thought to another? We all understand that there are forces and powers well without the limits of our mortal abilities, so there is a God in the very most elementary sense of the idea.

Letting God be God, whomever or whatever she/he/it is, is the only path to truth and harmony. From the greatest truths of Western to Eastern thought, there can be no absolute truth because the limits of human understanding and imagination make us incapable of knowing it, even if it stares us in directly in our collective face.

The reason we'll never fully understand God is because God is ever-evolving, endless and limitless. Isn't the final truth of existence that it is perpetual and everlasting? If this higher being is God, then the idea of God will die if God is defined in the minds of humanity. And it's getting there.

At least, that's what I believe.

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