ohheyian

It seemed right, the trinity. That there would be three aspects of god. A father, a son, a holy ghost. Something above it all, nurturing. Something familiar and made incarnate. And something ghostly and nebulous; a spirit that would find home in all aspects of creation. It all made perfect sense because it had been repeated over and over that it made sense. One particular book said it was so, and even though many different authors had written it, they were given the option to agree or meet the point of the sword or the grip of the noose. So they agreed. It was easier that way. It made sense.

But it was not right, and did not make sense. Because they also said that God was infinite, and omnipresent. That he was in all things and was indeed all things. The aspects of God were not two, or three. They were legion. As many as the exploding radiance of existence itself. God was not a duality, a trinity, even a family. God was an infinitude. Yet those three got all the attention, not that they asked for it. Saying that God was as many things as there could ever be was conceptually difficult to grasp. People hated it.

“To be everywhere is to be nowhere, so it almost seems as if you’re telling us there is no god,” they said.

“Listen,” said God, “I don’t want to get bogged down in the details. But where I am, and am not, is an impossible riddle. You are too obsessed with it. This has nothing to do with living life. I’m not some father figure up in the clouds, deciding whose prayers to listen to. And I’m not my own child, sent as a man, to experience life as a person. Because, as you must know, I am also all of you.”

“This is ridiculous,” said the people.

“Actually,” continued God, “the only one that makes sense is the ghost. You don’t know where I am, or where I come from, but I could be anywhere and everywhere at once, even inside of you. That is what you should be taking from all this.”

“Let’s kill him,” the people said.

“Jesus Fucking Christ,” said God.