To disrespect God

 I look around and I believe what I witness is a severe lack of confidence in our own strength as individuals. I do not believe that it is only I who has survived immense levels of pain and mayhem in my own life. But it is that I see strength and courage in so many others that I have had the pleasure of observing.

Is this all God?

Who can say?

Surely it isn"t myself who is the decider of such monumental questions.

No, though I do have an opinion, and I am selfish, and perhaps foolish, enough to share mine. I am of the belief that it would be to deprive any God who may have had a part in our existence the proper respect they deserve, to say they do all.

Know all.

Wouldn't that be to say that an artist as great as those who have imagined, not only the world, but the very fabric of our universe has no faith?

 Why create living beings only to do everything for them?

Is there only one God?

Is that God so lonely that they require our constant praise?

Do they have no faith in the success of their own handiwork?

If God, or the Gods, are so perfect? Why must they constantly maintain their work? 

I believe that we have power because those who created us have power. I believe that we have power because those who have created the moon made it so that the waves would crash due to its being in existence. 

I have strength because God or the Gods gave a taste of their strength to me. 

If you believe in a God, then why not believe in yourself? 

If God has the power. If God has unadulterated perfection at the tip of his brush. 

Then would it not be fair to say that this God makes no mistakes? 

I for one do not know. 

The unknowing after all is interesting. And that which is interesting, to me, is beautiful. 

I do not subscribe to sickness, powerlessness, or disease. 

I subscribe to the error of my own decisions.

I have survived not because God has saved me, but because God has created me to save myself and to learn from the terror I have driven myself into. 

Outside of the box, outside of time and space, in my opinion lives a God. And if this God is eternal, and if we ourselves are eternal, made in the image of he, she, it, or they who painted us into their portrait of life.

Then death to them would hold no meaning. 

What if we are the fallen?

The third?

What if Earth is our Hell until we learn how exist without our flesh?

Lessons.... Lessons would be our purpose. To learn how to live, laugh through hardship, and love despite it all. 

To trust.

And trust takes strength.

To use our minds. Not to become full of ourselves. Full of oneself as I am full of myself. 

But to gain only a fraction of the wisdom, self determination, and faith that is required to live with the taste of peace. 

Freedom.

If we can survive, and smile through this survival. We are strong. 

I don't believe it arrogance, nor prideful, to say "I did that". 

I survived. 

Did God help? Undoubtedly so. 

Did God do it for me?

That, in my opinion, is as unlikely as if I were to say God caused my pain.

Do you believe in free will? 

Or no?

I believe in credit where credit is due. 

I am strong. 

And so are you. 

I have survived. 

And you have too.

-Butterfly.

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