But you're gonna have to serve somebody.
- Bob Dylan
It was the great Nietzsche who screamed GOD IS DEAD! But lets not forget in his last days, he recanted his disbelief in the Creator Master, (albeit not willingly).
In the book "My Sister And I," supposedly Nietzsche's notebook from the insane asylum, he disavows his previous works, and falls at the foot of the cross, begging forgiveness.
A good portion of the Nietzsche school claims this book to be a forgery by an unknown author, but the writing is so typically Nietzsche, and the prose so powerful, that if he did not write it, it was a work of genius in its own right (In my opinion it was his asylum notebook written when his mind and body were dying). The point being that all humanistic thought, secular or otherwise searches for GOD.
There is no way around it...time and the vastness of space, music and human propensity for love and sacrifice can not be the random result of atoms spinning in space. Even the secular concept that everything "just is" and always was is more absurd to the thinking mind than the mutterings of any zealot's conviction. This is not to say that I believe that the Creator is moral, (in the sense we use the word), or that
he or she, (most likely she), has any more affinity for humanity then she has for a pebble on the beach, but even the new cosmology of quantum physics now points to an original "thought" at the beginning of time.
My personal opinion is that there is a GOD. What most likely links us to this GOD, is not the Wailing Wall, or the Shroud of Turin, but more likely
the shared loneliness of this deity. It's said that we were created in GOD's image. Perhaps this is what is meant. The original "I AM that I AM."
I also think that the vastness of such a God makes it impossible for her to communicate with us in the sense that religion tries to impose on us, (prayers, acts of faith, etc.)
I think there may be a language of GOD, (maybe music or math), that we have yet to understand, perhaps this is a good thing... Maybe if we did read GOD'S writing on the wall, we would find out that, we and all our cares were of no more value to our creator than are the doodles we scratch on paper in the boredom of our own unlamented days. What else could they be?
The only truism of religious thought is that we are all Jews wandering in an endless desert. This is was what drove Nietzsche insane, and remains the bane of all who think about the other side of the mirror.
- Richard King