In the beginning, God created man with a self-destruct button that which drives him and also destroys him through id-driven quests of self-gratification and self-actualization.
Man, travels into himself, explores his body in a treasure hunt for pleasures, sells all he has – the essence of his existence – to purchase the field and lives his days on uncultivated lands.
In his delirium, he finds a God – carves Him out of the pages of holy texts, and fashions Him after his own image: a God of his whims and caprices. This God lives precariously, balanced on a thin wire placed over a chasm that exists between two extremes, his fate determined by capricious winds of popular opinion and political correctness.
We like to think of this God as Supreme, when he is a mere puppet and we the puppeteer: determining what He needs, thinks and says; what He feels and ought to do; and when and how to avenge Him of blasphemers.
Humanity is a large scale social experiment, I think, and nature, a confounding variable that interacts with mankind to produce multiple outcomes. Now God – the real God – the designer of this experiment watches keenly, furiously scribbling observations, and oftentimes adjusting certain parameters and – as all scientists do – recalibrating.
It must be fun being God and watching man strutting in a mind-boggling arrogance, believing he is in control, that he knows things, and above all that he knows God.
A scary thought: perhaps, humanity is an experiment gone awry: a series of nuclear chain reactions that keep multiplying exponentially till infinity, with each new “compound” more unstable than the previous and generating a much larger quantum energy than that before it. It will definitely explain a lot of things happening around us now: how far from stable we are, and the entropy in our collective existence as a race.
Maybe there is no God and the organized evolution, that is the world, is now becoming mutant, with less cohesion and high metastatic potential. Maybe there is no meaning to all this – our existence. You appear on the scene by chance, and you fizzle out like a dream. Here now and then gone.
Perhaps the beginning of misery is in the search for meaning. Perhaps happiness is found in being, and not in doing.
And just maybe that is the point of the whole cosmic experiment: to determine those who will get it – who will attain to the knowledge, and ascend that plane of happiness in being.
Maybe that place is Heaven – the state of being – the end point of the experiment.