Has it never occurred to you
that god put us on this earth
for the specific sacred purpose
of fucking things up?
Do you sincerely think
that the divine is so stupid
she would create perfection
only to insert those who would
unintentionally abominate it?
Do you actually believe
that your all-powerful deity
is such a dick
that he needs someone
to shine his shrine?
There are no mistakes.
We are doing precisely what
we are intended to be doing.
To believe otherwise
is to question the creator’s will.
Not that there’s anything
wrong with that.
Trail Wood,
10/20
Challenging Conventional Wisdom
The popular narrative often paints human existence as an endeavor to attain some form of celestial approval or perfection. This is a constraining illusion—akin to wrapping a rainbow in chains—glossing over the possibility that maybe, just maybe, the divine has a sense of whimsy, too. The omnipotent forces didn’t sculpt a universe only to be irked by its natural course, including our so-called mistakes.
The Divine in Imperfection
Would an all-knowing cosmic weaver really craft an elaborate realm only to become frustrated by the inherent, unpredictable quirks of its design? It’s as though we believe the universal playwright would write an intricate play and then lament every improvised line, forgetting the essence of performance is found in those unexpected moments.
Questioning the Dogma
The notion that divinity requires us to be its caretakers, to polish its celestial doorknobs, so to speak, belies a somewhat egocentric perspective. As if the grand tapestry of existence needed us to snip away its loose threads! Even the idea of questioning the divine plan is an act that is both rebellious and sublime, a paradoxical dance that spirals infinitely within the cosmic yawn.
The Freedom of Cosmic Play
To dwell in a state of perpetual questioning, or even blasphemous inquiry, is not necessarily a challenge to the divine order but possibly the purest form of engagement with it. In this view, we are neither sinners nor saints, but actors on the grandest stage of all, where every misstep is just another step in a mysterious dance we’ve yet to fully comprehend.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We examine the common notions of divinity and human purpose, suggesting that perhaps our so-called imperfections and questions are not just tolerated but intended by the universe. We explore the idea that we are not here to maintain cosmic order but to engage in the chaotic, beautiful play that is existence.
Glossarium
- Celestial Approval: The imaginary gold star we often seek from higher powers.
- Universal Playwright: The cosmic force that crafts the grand narrative, not necessarily expecting us to stick to the script.
- Cosmic Yawn: The endless cycle of creation and destruction, a metaphor for the universe’s indifference to our trivial woes.
“The only way to deal with a unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”
— Albert Camus
Free
In cosmic play we twirl and swoon,
Not out of tune, but part of tune.
Perfection’s but a stifling room—
Let’s dance beneath a freer moon.
No deity demands we prune
The wildness from our soul’s maroon.
What layers of questioning and divine skepticism have you woven into your own cosmic dance?
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