I believe in a God that doesn't exist.
However, what I believe doesn't matter. Whether God exists or not doesn't matter. What exists in this fleeting world? Does dream exist? What else exists if not God? Let's not forget that Truth depends neither on faith nor on experience. I wonder if we need to revise our definitions.
To me, whether earth revolves around the sun or vice versa doesn't matter. I don't mind a flat earth either. And I am not afraid of Darwin. Facts are relatively unimportant, and uninteresting. What interests me is human condition, that and that only.
To me, whether earth revolves around the sun or vice versa doesn't matter. I don't mind a flat earth either. And I am not afraid of Darwin. Facts are relatively unimportant, and uninteresting. What interests me is human condition, that and that only.
I am not going to drag a thought that belongs to the most sublime of poetry into dead prose. I am not going to sully the ineffable. That would be blasphemy. All that I want to do is to document this gnawing thought that God could be seen as an invention that comes handy to satisfy those needs that cannot be satisfied otherwise. Or it is a blanket term to include everything that is inspiring, moving and sobering, in life or art.
A man in pain doesn't argue with a painkiller; he just uses it, disregarding everything that might be absurd about it. The idea of God has been consoling and therapeutic to the unloved lot, and they would rather be excused by those who peddle their own brand of opium to masses.
One might denigrate devotion (Bhakti) but it's a higher form of love - may be one-sided but by no means unrequited. If "higher form of experience" offends someone's democratic temper, then I am willing to get down to terms like "other worldly" in connection to what I am talking about. And this other worldly feeling is far less fickle, though singularly consuming, and infinitely layered. Creator or created, both or none, to each his own. There is something for everyone. And that's why it's appeal has been everlasting, universal, and immune to science.
I sense that this rope I am feeling in my hands might turn into a tail of a colossal creature I have never laid my eyes on. May be I am blind, or may be it's dark inside. Khusro says that matters like these must not be said, for those who say
don't know and those who know don't discuss. That pretty much wraps it up for me, for now.
A man in pain doesn't argue with a painkiller; he just uses it, disregarding everything that might be absurd about it. The idea of God has been consoling and therapeutic to the unloved lot, and they would rather be excused by those who peddle their own brand of opium to masses.
One might denigrate devotion (Bhakti) but it's a higher form of love - may be one-sided but by no means unrequited. If "higher form of experience" offends someone's democratic temper, then I am willing to get down to terms like "other worldly" in connection to what I am talking about. And this other worldly feeling is far less fickle, though singularly consuming, and infinitely layered. Creator or created, both or none, to each his own. There is something for everyone. And that's why it's appeal has been everlasting, universal, and immune to science.
I sense that this rope I am feeling in my hands might turn into a tail of a colossal creature I have never laid my eyes on. May be I am blind, or may be it's dark inside. Khusro says that matters like these must not be said, for those who say
don't know and those who know don't discuss. That pretty much wraps it up for me, for now.
