Before us,
who? Before the universe, how? Before life, what? Before time, when? Before
earth, where? Who. How. What. When.
Where. Before God, was there anything, or can there be anything? If we
think, therefore we are, then when God thinks, henceforth we came?
Imagine God
exists before anything could even exist. He is the start of everything. His
existence is both necessary and eternal. He roams freely in perceived
nothingness, that is, in a reality far less materially perceivable than ours
today, but no less imaginatively exuberant or brilliant. Everything happens in
his mind. Everything takes flight there. Nothing of what we perceive now has
the slightest chance to exist without having been first thought by him. Not
even quantum space, a primordial singularity, a resonating string, a wisp of
air or a blade of grass could exist without having been first imagined by him.
His thought
is the genesis of everything that our perception beholds and marvels today. The
soft touch of a fabric, the lust of a desire, the searching depth of an idea,
the sore of a pain, the hollowness of depression, the euphoria of joy, and the simple
pangs of hunger, all exist in God’s mind before we have the privilege to
experience it in real sensorial time. Nothing escapes his focused attention.
Nothing that is necessary and sufficient for the existence that our existence so
depends and thrives upon could stray away in wanton idleness without object and
purpose in the mind of the divine.
He saw
everything by imagining everything. Nothing was left to its own devices.
Nothing was author-less; without an anchorage. Nothing was without design and
purpose. Every piece however trivial or paltry congruously makes up the whole puzzle masterpiece. Like a watchmaker,
he had every tick and tock, life and death, nuts and bolts pinned down,
regulated and built into the whole edifice of time and the enabling laws of the universe.
Perception was the tool upon which the start and the end of all coherently
agreeable materiality was born.
More
accurately then, the first chapter of Genesis should not commence with “In the beginning, let there be light”. It
should in fact commence with a thought. An idea. A concept. An image. A breast-pocket picture of us and
everything around us that makes us possible. In a way, it all started because God
had a eureka! moment. And if
anything, in the beginning, He had a vision. He had a hope. He had a mental
itch that he cerebrally scratched into existence with the handmaiden of time
and the cradle-sway of imagination.
Although it
all began with the beginning of conceptualizing, there is something here that I
think has a far more reaching consequence than I can ever think about God
having thought about us gradually coming into focus and being. You see, if you
strain a little to imagine beyond there being anything that could even make
everything we see now a reality, the true genesis of it all may not even be a
thought or an idea. It may not be a flashing image of us in his divine mind.
God may not even be thinking about us in the way we would think about an
earthly goal, a plan or a vision incubating in our mind before we make them a material success.
I suspect the
beginning of everything, the perfect source of his imagination, his main and
only motivation for our existing, is none other than love. It is love that
undergirds everything. It is love that is the life-source of all. Love is and
was the first and the last of all acts of creation. Love nourishes a pioneering
idea, which then empowers a vision, and later compels an action and it soon
blossoms into reality. Nothing could therefore move God more than his love to
conjure, compose and conceptualize us into being.
Love did the
job and completed it most perfectly. Love shapes us. It molds us. It curates
us. It breathes life into us. God is love. And love sacrifices everything for
us. We are special not so much because God first thought of us. It is therefore
not the object of an image of us in his mind that makes us special. But we are
special, even unique, because God first loved us. We are therefore the subject
of his sacred, unfailing passion.
And if I may be granted some artistic liberty
and somewhat irreverent indulgence, I would not hesitate to revise the first
chapter of Genesis so that I could give more prominence to the one passion, one
devotion and one sacrifice that had painstakingly weaned me into existence, and
that is, His enduring, defining and triumphant love. Without which, I would
still remain no more than a thought in his mind. Cheerz.
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