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Monday, November 14, 2005
 
So, in Mary W. Shelley's book, "Frankenstein", all it takes is one look, shortly after he's done with his painstaking stitching together of skin, muscle, and tendon, for Victor to fall prey to a violent loathing for his own creation lying on his worktable.

Not too long ago, I was arguing with a family member, about whether if, assuming it is true that we were created by an omnipotent God, who doesn't need us (since he's omnipotent), it can be possible for him to love us. How can you love your creation, if it is akin to a software engineer loving his program, or a mechanical engineer loving a robot he builds, or a clay artist loving the vase he molded, or a writer loving a book he wrote. It makes no sense at all. You could be proud of your opus, but love it? Hardly.

Anyway, back to the point. It took just one look for Victor, and his subsequent hatred (just brought about by one look at what he thought was an abomination!) eventually makes the monster become so sad and lonely that the only way to express this is by murdering everyone left and right and this finally brings ruin upon himself and others, thus condemning both himself and his creator to a lifetime of suffering. A veritable disaster. Great Halloween story it is indeed.

But then I thought, if it really is true that we are some omnipotent God's creation, and he is, at least at first, like Victor was, rather proud of and full of hope for what he's done, what if, one day, after the next bomb we drop on innocents, or after two friends become sworn enemies, or a parent raises his hand to a child, or the next time the teenager down the street kicks a dog, or who knows what other insidiously evil yet mundane thing that we tend to do, all of us, every once in a while, He decideds He doesn't like us, that we're not what He thought we'd be, and abandons us? Hmmm? What then?

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And, even scarier, what if he already has?
 
Follow the ways of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the omnipotent progenitor of all being. Pastafari!!!
 
Another word to name God is LOVE with Capital letters ( Hope this clarify your doubts) Even if we are a Creation and because we have the free choice, is in His plan that we do not behave, and it is also in His Nature to Love and with Pity , Faith , and Misericordy , act His Opus on us. So don't worry He does that too.
 
The fallacy of thought here is in a couple of statements: "... akin to a software engineering loving his program..." and "... He is, at least at first, like Victor was... " These are anthropomorphisms that, while appearing plausible, unfortunately, just won't work when applied upon the assumed God that created us.

By definition, we cannot hope to understand the true nature of God. The irony is that we have an exstensive, highly organized, and highly revered set of conjectures which only provide an implicit notion of the true nature of God. Furthermore, not all of these conjectures are consistent. Unfortunately, this is as good as it gets, and is a direct consequence of our relatively meek and non-transcendental minds.

For those of us who strive to transcend, understanding God's nature causes a progressively upward struggle, I've noticed. This is the point where I believe faith comes in. That's the only way I've been able to peacefully reconcile the vast, yet slowly shrinking area of what we don't know about everything with what we do know about anything.

To me, it's like a continuum. On one end is "What we know based on undeniable and unquestionable proof or fact." This part of the continuum is quite minuscule. Next is "what we think we know but aren't sure yet." Also very small. Now some ludicrously large distance along the line beyond that is filled with "What we don't know but have the potential to discover and understand." Right after that is "What we believe to be true based on our faith or perceptions." Finally, on some unimaginably distant endpoint is "What we don't know, nor can ever hope to know." This endpoint is where God sits (or whatever the posture may be, if one can even be attributed), should he/she/it exist at all.

So back to Franken--uh, I mean, Einstein ... "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former."
 
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