Thursday, 10 January 2013

Dummies guid to religion VS divine script


Religion and understanding

 

Before I rant with my faulted sense of understanding … this is in postlude to extensive readings of Karen Armstrong’s books and that I accept my ignorance when it comes to divine wisdom.

 

Being non-atheists, we believe in a remarkable project manager, who has conceived this project from beginning to end, has delegated tasks to his team and then has set into motion this amazing universe and still manages every component – no matter how big or small. So when I am asked how I explain theory of evolution if I believe in genesis, or when I am asked the mechanism of prayer, or when I am asked about the prophets and how they coincide with scientific history – well I don’t know and maybe I am not supposed to know.

Recently, I was a part of a big campaign team with obvious leaders and power-brokers. The golden rule was to ‘listen, execute and not ask questions – just trust’. Is that not what ‘God’ asks of us? Is that not the recipe for peace and obedience (considering obedience would be the key to salvation). But then why is that I sit here and I regret the time when I did not ask questions, when I did trust, when I did abide by the command?

My personal dilemmas are beside the point – what brings me here is to discuss the development of theology with human society. The concept of divinity progressed as the human civilisation progresses. It emerged from the very dependant idols with simplistic and singular attributes like that of water, rain, sun, fertility and so forth. A god that did just one thing and if he was angry with us, he didn’t do it anymore. A god that we could feel and - in typical Bollywood style climax - shatter him on the floor in disappointment, anger or frustration (to its effect, things will actually improve after this disrespect). But then, God decided to ‘mix it up’. He wanted His creations to believe in Him, complete with his invisibility and hitherto universal presence and knowledge and control. For a hopeless romantic of religion like myself, this would have been a perfect move. Only if this had happened suddenly and was a command rather than a ‘gradual development of understanding’. Now that I read the theological history, I read about priests and sages and kings who needed an Almighty Lord to give hope or to instil anger in the publics. As the days progressed towards modern religions, more and more scholars altered the accounts and scripts to accommodate the changing social and economic dynamics. When Israel’s king and scholars returned from the Babylonian exile, they bought with them a God who didn’t reside on Mount Sinai but was a company to His believers. That was a God who demanded respect and ritual for His scripts, a God who demands sanctity of body and mind.

Being a typical youth of conspiracy driven global economics and politics, I wonder if divinity is a requirement of Man and not of God? I wonder if the titles, sects, Holy wars, fasting, praying, temples, mosques and churches was not what our Creator demanded from us but what was a fragment of power snatched from him by his own creation – the mankind. I wonder if the from the day of Adam till the perplexities of my ignorance, the only theological intention was to stimulate the inherent goodness of man to his fellows? What if theory of evolution and genesis are both correct and the spirit of Adam was sent to the flesh only when it had evolved enough to receive it.  

All being said and done, the project manager did send us a manual without a glossary.

Immunity


Immunity

For all the metaphysical theories that I have read and re-read, in a desperate attempt to make sense of existence, religion, relationships and humanity – one overwhelming similarity is the lack of ‘simplicity’.
As hard as I might try to avoid the religious connotations, I do feel like Eve’s child in exile with this inherent ‘restlessness’. I remember my childhood ambitions were tarnished by the cultural and customary boundaries which made me feel like a bird without wings. Eventually when I got wings, soaring flights became a routine. I remember the times when the heart-rush used to come from simple things – running on the street, smile from a stranger, telling a captivating story, learning and teaching. I remember the times when music beats used make the heart beat faster, used to give a rush to the veins and elegant life to the limbs. I remember when the soul used to long for excitement, adventure and exploration.
Now that it is within reach, everything has strangely lost its meaning. People talk about ‘out of body experiences’ and I feel like living outside of my body. Ever since I left home, I feel as if I am a spectator of my existence. All the happiness, excitement and thrill feels like it is not mine. It does not come from the heart.
Makes me wonder - if gratification and freedom would only taste sweeter if it is fixed with a dose of yearning? Or is it that ‘to yearn is to sin’?
Note to self: Differentiate between success, gratification and greed.