Therefore, however, if being ones own God is anything other than being only a God of ones own fantasies, what can anyone otherwise say? Where could any kind of hope exist? Did we invent ourselves out of whole cloth? Did we create anything before we even existed? We are without information of any relevance.
It seems to me that without hope we can only fall back on our fantasies. There is no information to support anything but hope starved fantasies. Myself, I could not even make them up. In fact this all comes to us all totally as either fantasies or faith. One can, at the very least, have hope. This is my hope, that I have a God of faith with love and grace, such as the fruits of the Spirit of existence. Otherwise, I wonder what kind of fantasy as being ones own God would be? Originally rather strenuous editing continues, particularly for several days from initial appearance.
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