— April 24, 2010.
That which we believe is our master, and we are its slave.
If we truly believe in God, then we are virtually chained by that belief.
It is evident in every thought and action we undertake.
Where did the universe come from?
If we believe in God, then we also believe that it was formed and fashioned by that Being, Who we sometimes refer to as a Master Architect, or simply as the Maker or Creator.
What we believe may be fairly compared to a room that we erect around our mind.
Once we are finished with the room, we fill it up with stuff. We decorate it ... and live in it.
We eventually die in it.
The vast majority never leave their room, in spite of the discomfort they sometimes feel while in it.
In a very deep place in their soul they wish at times that they did have the courage to leave it, to open the door and take a walk in the great world outside, the world they merely look at through the single window of the room they built around their mind.
But they can never do such a thing. They cannot open the door because the room has no door. They did not build one. They followed the plans precisely. Some of the rooms do not even have a window, making those inhabitants incapable of even looking at the outside world, let alone taking a leisurely stroll through it.
They do not realize that the walls of their prison are made of nothing but words, that they have the power to literally walk through walls by doing nothing more than recognizing the power (and at the same time the hollowness) of words.
They do not realize (are not capable of realizing) that God is only a word that human beings invented.
They have no memory that God Himself ever spoke to them. If they were to search diligently their warehouse of memories they would find that they have recollections only of human beings talking about God, not a single instance of God Himself speaking to them.
But the human beings who spoke to them of God were ones they deeply trusted, like mothers and fathers or other parental figures.
They would be betraying the trust they had placed in these human beings.
No, they cannot do such a thing. They put effort into that trust, as well as building the room. It would feel like such a terrible waste for them to simply let go of it. They will remain in their self-made prison cells and eventually die there, wrapped in a blanket of desperate hope, which they managed to weave from the tattered remnants of the long lonely hours of their hopelessly dreary life.