Perhaps it is in fact the case that we shall bear witness to nothing more strange, magnificent, and absurdly profound in our lifetimes than seeing the transformation of a God to a human being. I'm not talking about the conception of Jesus Christ - as a world of multiple religions, we are not all required to believe such dogma.
This transformation that I mention, a vast majority of us have seen, see, and, will see. Few will ever acknowledge it. Even fewer will come to understand its nature. A similar number of minority will readily and hastily acknowledge the finality - the humanity of the Gods - even without seeing the transformation. And the rest will content themselves in the ignorance and subconscious avoidance of learning the phenomenon altogether.
We are our own God, says the existentialist Descartes. And perhaps, in our own ways, we are. But there are those who precede us that could have, for the assumption that they do exist outside our own will, created us.
Our parents.
In the beginning, they are our Gods. In the beginning, in our personal genesis, there was only us, and our Gods and it was all good.
Infancy.
On conception, we come to depend on these higher beings for more life than the one that they have gifted us with. They made no mistakes in our eyes. Their position, unfathomably unattainable. And their omnipotence take control of every aspect of our lives - save for our own autonomic instincts.
Childhood.
Growing up, we begin to acquire - we learn to acquire for ourselves. And we slowly realize that our Gods aren't the only Gods around. There are other Gods. And that they are all equally powerful, unattainable, infallible and omnipotent. We begin to see the world as we could not have in our own heaven, with our Gods.
We become banished from our own Eden the moment we see beyond it.
Renaissance.
And then we become cognitive, deductive, rational and irrational, and in experiencing perhaps gain some of this Godhood that we see in our own Gods - Knowledge. Wisdom. After Eden, we start growing larger than our former shells. We see more of the picture. And we see that it is nothing but perfect.
There is no infallible. There is no omnipotent. There is only reality. There is no spoon.
And so as the years pass by, we turn more and more into humans, as we acquire tastes for making things to our liking, and our likeness to others- in portraits, words, in our appearance. We see more and more of ourselves in our Gods, who start looking more and more like us through our eyes.
Of how Gods do make mistakes.
Of how Gods are never in control of everything.
Of how we can be greater than them in some ways, and in some ways be never their equals. Slowly they form the same shape as us. And soon we learn of how they bleed.
Mortality.
That the same blood courses to the same existent veins in their flesh, pound for pound - no more different from ours. That we are no longer different from them, and at some midpoint between Earth and Heaven we meet our own Gods - that the Eden was indeed not with any borders but what we set with our childhood. We then let our consciousness decide on what we see. Of this gradual decay, graceful meltdown of divinity.
Was it trickery? Was it deceit? Was it our own ignorance and plain naivety? Perhaps so. Perhaps not. To each person a different conclusion.
And then we part from this midpoint between the planes of humanity and God. We progress through life in the passing of time - to become unself-acknowledged Gods ourselves to the next fold of offspring.
Meanwhile our Gods in their Eden, have gone through tranformation in front of our eyes. One that brings spite and regret to some, pity to others, and just plain courteous awe for the rest. From God to mortal - in one's lifetime.
And perhaps, in time, we learn to forgive them.
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ps. I wont be going online this weekend so this entry is for Saturday and Sunday already. :) And before you comment on the f'ed up way I wrote this, let me just say this first: "pagbigyan mo na ako, paminsan minan lang ito"
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