If you find your self
in some obscure place,
some hell forsaken place,
the least possible place
you would expect to find god,
then you have definitely found god.
I get asked
this question all the time:
“If you are god,
then why aren’t you more famous?”
You understand, of course,
that as the creator of EVERYTHING,
including YOU, that I have no NEED for fame.
In fact, I created fame itself.
Me needing fame
would be like you
declaring yourself god
of a cardboard village.
You can do so, but why?
Just so you can imagine
beings who worship you? (YES)
Besides, WHO is more famous than me?
I don’t need my imaginary beings
talking to each other about me
in order to be famous.
But I DO make you do so
— LOL — because I can.
I’m god, me damn it.
And you are an expression of me.
Trail Wood,
11/1
The Concept of Divine Fame
The prose contemplates the irony of ascribing fame to the Divine, the ultimate Creator of all things including the concept of fame itself. This playful paradox highlights the limitations of our human frameworks when applied to something as boundless as the Divine. Essentially, why would the Creator need validation from the created?
The Absurdity of Human Constructs
Fame is a human construct, born out of our need for recognition and validation from external sources. If we are all expressions of the Divine, then seeking fame is a whimsicality, akin to asking a whimsiflower why it isn’t the sun. The sun shines not for recognition but because that is its essence. In a similar vein, the Divine exists not for fame, but simply because it is.
LOL from the Divine Perspective
The whimsical tone, signified by “LOL,” captures the playful yet profound notion that even our dialogues about the Divine are orchestrated by the very essence we try to understand. It’s a whimsicuriosity, isn’t it? The very question as to why the Divine isn’t famous is rooted in our human perspectives, forgetting that the Divine is all-encompassing.
Cardboard Villages and Cosmic Plays
We ponder the spectacle of declaring oneself god of a cardboard village—a quaint, yet ludicrous notion. It serves as a metaphor for the futile human attempts to gain control or superiority within the grand scheme of things. Our need to feel important is as fleeting as a whimsibreeze, part of the ever-changing cosmic play of which we are but a scene.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
The whimsical questioning of why the Divine isn’t more famous serves as a spotlight on the limitations of human constructs when applied to something as all-encompassing as the Divine. Our quest for fame and recognition stands as a futile exercise, akin to ruling over a cardboard village. The notion that the Divine would need fame is humorously dismissed, reminding us that all our dialogues and questions are mere expressions of the Divine essence itself.
Glossarium
- Whimsicality: A term for the playful or fanciful aspect of something.
- Whimsiflower: A metaphorical flower representing an entity or concept, beautiful in its own essence but not the center of existence.
- Whimsicuriosity: The playful curiosity that arises from our desire to understand concepts far beyond our human comprehension.
- Whimsibreeze: A fleeting or transient moment, symbolizing the ever-changing nature of existence.
“You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop.”
— Rumi
Ode to Divine Absurdity
In this whimsisphere of ours,
Where stars shine not for fame,
We laugh at cosmic jokes,
Yet play the very same game.
Oh whimsiclouds, roll away!
Expose the canvas pure,
Where each brushstroke, each hue,
Is but Divine allure.
We invite you to share your thoughts on the Divine and the concept of fame.
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