Mole
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Awe
Well Fluffy, you have chosen to worship a God that is formidible and terrifying. And it is true to say that the fear of your God is the beginning of wisdom.
For worhipping the unknown takes us into unknown territory, and all animals, even those who worship, fear the unknown.
The advantage is that you know when you are approaching your God or when your God is approaching you, for you are filled with dread and awe, you don't know what to do, and your God offers no comfort.
In fact your God will annihilate you and take your place. For a while, as long as your mortal body can bear it, you will become your God.
And then exhausted you will be left, not knowing what happened, only remembering a lost tune, wistful like the wind in the willows.
You will try to return to the moment of exaltation, but not know even where to start. You will be left a lost and forlorn animal with his eyes on something or someone unseen, who looks after us every day.
You raise some spectacular thoughts that have, albeit in different words, been on my mind as well from time to time.
I, too, worship something. And whilest most religions worship a set of answers, I myself worship the unknown, the faceless God, the questions unanswered. As such, I worship my own curiosity as being the hand of God. And I pray for the hand of God to deliver me a profound destiny.
Well Fluffy, you have chosen to worship a God that is formidible and terrifying. And it is true to say that the fear of your God is the beginning of wisdom.
For worhipping the unknown takes us into unknown territory, and all animals, even those who worship, fear the unknown.
The advantage is that you know when you are approaching your God or when your God is approaching you, for you are filled with dread and awe, you don't know what to do, and your God offers no comfort.
In fact your God will annihilate you and take your place. For a while, as long as your mortal body can bear it, you will become your God.
And then exhausted you will be left, not knowing what happened, only remembering a lost tune, wistful like the wind in the willows.
You will try to return to the moment of exaltation, but not know even where to start. You will be left a lost and forlorn animal with his eyes on something or someone unseen, who looks after us every day.