Divine Guidance
Divine Guidance
They were all looking for something different. Some longed for an African homeland that never existed. At least, not as they imagined it.
Some longed for a fairer world. “Fairer,” by whose standards? That was the only question.
It didn’t matter. They’d know it when they found it. Even if none of them ever had, or would, except in some drug addled fantasy. Except, possibly, in their heads. Or a movie. Maybe a book. Either way, none of it was real. But they didn’t know that. Because it felt real, as real as any feeling could.
Some had a holy book, and in that holy book were the secrets to everlasting life. There were chapters on how to get rich, assuming you read it correctly. There were secrets about how to call fire down from heaven, how to walk on water, how to heal the sick and raise the dead. But, again, only if you read it the right way.
Some people had a love for animals, but not humans. Being human had taught them that humans couldn’t be trusted. Because humans were animals, just not the good kind. What made animals so good? You’d have to ask a human to find out, creating an oxymoron, a catch 22. But no one cared. Because they knew what they meant, even if you didn’t.
All such insight is divinely guided. At least, that’s the thought process, especially for those being guided. The more secret, the better. You can’t expect everyone to understand. Can you? I mean, if everyone understood, either, everyone is right—or, everyone is wrong.
Of course, there's always self delusion. Which does not, for one second, mean that those claiming divine guidance, aren't being divinely guided.
Maybe they are?
Maybe.
Mark Magula
They were all looking for something different. Some longed for an African homeland that never existed. At least, not as they imagined it.
Some longed for a fairer world. “Fairer,” by whose standards? That was the only question.
It didn’t matter. They’d know it when they found it. Even if none of them ever had, or would, except in some drug addled fantasy. Except, possibly, in their heads. Or a movie. Maybe a book. Either way, none of it was real. But they didn’t know that. Because it felt real, as real as any feeling could.
Some had a holy book, and in that holy book were the secrets to everlasting life. There were chapters on how to get rich, assuming you read it correctly. There were secrets about how to call fire down from heaven, how to walk on water, how to heal the sick and raise the dead. But, again, only if you read it the right way.
Some people had a love for animals, but not humans. Being human had taught them that humans couldn’t be trusted. Because humans were animals, just not the good kind. What made animals so good? You’d have to ask a human to find out, creating an oxymoron, a catch 22. But no one cared. Because they knew what they meant, even if you didn’t.
All such insight is divinely guided. At least, that’s the thought process, especially for those being guided. The more secret, the better. You can’t expect everyone to understand. Can you? I mean, if everyone understood, either, everyone is right—or, everyone is wrong.
Of course, there's always self delusion. Which does not, for one second, mean that those claiming divine guidance, aren't being divinely guided.
Maybe they are?
Maybe.
Mark Magula