Therefore, if being ones own God is anything other than being a God of ones own fantasies what can anyone otherwise say? Where can that kind of hope exist? Did we invent ourselves out of whole cloth? Did we create anything before we even existed? We are without enough 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 fantasies. I could not even make them up. In fact this all comes to us totally as entire fantasies but one can at the very least, have hope outside ourselves. That is my hope, that I have a God of faith and the fruits of the Spirit. Otherwise, I wonder what kind of fantasy as ones own God that could be?