And who can blame him?
Not the least I. An atheist of times past. Then, being a science student up to the degree level, I thought I had all the answers a scientific temperament has about this manifest universe. That somehow we imbeciles are born, and as silly if not sillier, like simpleminded bugs, we die. Quashed! Like the mosquitoes that we humans are, ceasing to exist. Gone! Unto the wind, young, or as old farts.
Hence, though completely clueless and stupidly guiltless, yet I did not miss noticing that there existed a certain could-not-care-less ruthlessness in the being then. Born and bred by a science flouted identity, a fouled-out divinity, and a flagged in non-belief. Herein science was god, and the rest of the world at large but dogs, and bitches. To screw with, as inhumanely as the other human beasts screwed me. Both screw-ups. The world, and I.
The only good that worked for me back then was my own selfish, personal good. Hence, with such a mindset, as most of humankind, I too was not up to much good. If at all a bit of a restraint was exhibited, then, it was owing to the lingering affectations of a somewhat good schooling. And to an abysmal but and a discomforting indiscernible extent, because of the good gained in the DNA from my parents; who were a good, loving people.
Beyond it, I was a beast. Well-read, but uneducated.
As most humans are. With no provable explanation for the what and the why, and the how of this miserable world, and its malevolent inhabitants, like the rest of my kind of animals - overly science-fed, and utterly scientism dyed - I saw only i-me-myself. And thenceforth, "them!" The rest of the world. To overcome, and play hammers and tongs with.
Bleeding hearts were for sissy farts!
Thus is the godless world.
But then, is the world of God any better? After all, religious zealots have committed more atrocities, killed millions of times over in the name of religion and its god, than tyrants any time, anywhere. The behaviour of the self-attested "men of God" has been that of the worst of brutes, than all the beasts of the lowest kind.
Little men oft commit big follies.
Knowing less, men become littler than they are. Their gods are made-up in their own image - rogues, and rascals. Having had no or little contact with the Divine, the god-men today, as the messiahs of yester years, these deluded ones behave like demagogues, demons, and deranged beings. At any given time in history of humankind. Brutal, barbaric, beastly. Cruel, unjust, and most unkind.
They do so in delusion. Of "non knowing". At the same time, in one's own flawed eyes, seeing themselves as true believers. In a this or that, or some "one god" of their tribal custom or creed. Ever ready to die for this illusory deity. With god speed.
However, in actuality, as "self-discover" free mystics all ages through, the Beginning and the End does not end in a hoped for, and the hyped up 'god' as such. In fact, though effectually and factually ending, "It" stays "alive" forever. As the Fullness of Naught. For, 'There' the 'being-ness' and the 'being' of the seeker ends. As the Whole of All.
But 'It' happens in, as a 'non-happening'.
The intellect, lacking the 'physical' self-experience of this indescribable "happening" of the "Self", is unable to really and truly rationalize or realize 'It'. The genius of the human mind may actually, if not factually, "get" that "Everything is One", as a concept. But not as a sure-fire clarity. And may one say, not as a verifiable 'calamity' of a physicality - as an undeniable tangible 'Knowing'. Only the one who has accidentally chewed on a hot chilly can attest to its bitter kiss. Another person, someone as eager to get this very self-experience "physically", has to also kiss, perforce, to tell.
This does not happen.
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