Musings of a God Incarnate[*]
Being a god incarnate is nowhere near as much fun as I thought it would be.
For one thing, I forgot about all the parasites, from mites to lawyers. And politicians, they think they’re humans “en-divined”. I hate them even more than I do fleas.
Human feelings and relationships are the hardest; they’re the uncompleted complexities in the divine plan. Loneliness, insecurity and despair are so common, so dark and heavy, so thick to walk through.
Humans are lost souls trapped in the isolation of their minds, severed from each other; language a barrier to communication; no wonder they’re addicted to the beautiful opiate of music which hints at what divine unity involves. I miss that unity, flowing through conjoined neural fields in brilliantly colored displays of communicative energy: the alpha and the omega merely different faces of the same harmony.
How do they survive?
Hope, honor, courage, love of the truth even when unable to perceive or grasp it, love of each other, charity and compassion, that’s what I sought here. Those damned Star Trek programs, they’re not really real! Q, where the hell are you when I need you? Where are they?
Being a god incarnate would have been just fine had I not been so presumptuous as to leave all the power behind.
[*] © Guillermo Calvo Mahé, Ocala, Florida, November 29, 2008. All rights reserved.