Whom, as I have argued, are in us and of us. That we can only be truly free to help ourselves, if and when we free ourselves of the 'otherness' of the gods.
And accept that the gods are us; the collective human we, us. And that we should seek to serve us, humans, and not the out there, the 'other' god/s.
After all, might it not be the case that, when all is well with us humans, all will be well with our perceptual world/s?
As we achieve greater symmetry with working with, and not against our eco-system and universe?
There is a case to be argued, that humans have much to do to become a healthier and more efficient cog or link in the evolutionary chain.
To be spending so much of our time and resources attending to the imaginary needs of the gods, 'out there', instead on the actual needs of the people who create the gods; us.
Which is why I felt so uncomfortable, so much like 'a fraud', as I part-take in this Mid-night Mass, watching the apparent faithful, indulging in a staid and passionless ceremony, which was clearly not providing any enjoyment for us, the congregation, or for the 'out there' gods.
To be 'pretending' or even openly 'talking' to and never with this 'out there' god.
A god who never openly responds or replies to us. Who will never answers, directly or obviously, to our 'hello or hi, god', with a 'I am fine, thank you.'
A god who is, to the believer, truly no different from the 'imaginary friend' of a lonely child who invents or creates his/her 'imaginary friend' and give shape, form and attributes to him/her.
And whose parents, who might well be amongst the faithful, could miss the irony and tell the child that 'there is nobody there', when the child introduces them.
You are only imagining it, dear. To which a 'precocious' child might respond: 'But, mummy, daddy, what about the story of 'the little baby Jesus, who was born in a manger. Was that not an imaginary story? 'Do grown-ups have imaginary friends as well?'
And a honest grown-up would answer with an unequivocal: 'Yes, dear, they do!'
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