#godhood

what does god sound like, what does she look like, how does he taste. is she a grandmother or an infant, or is she like a set of russian dolls, one inside the other inside the other. sometimes she’s a teenage girl who hasn’t showered for a week and hasn’t had a proper meal in longer, and sometimes he decides to be a boy in a skate park. but most of the time they are non-binary, because something so vast and vivid and infinite cannot be compartmentalised or understood in categories. god is cognitive dissonance. he is a she is a they is everything you have ever known and everything you have wept about. what abject loneliness, to know you are the end and the beginning, the cause and the effect, and that everything is a pale imitation, a reflection of you. nothing apart exists. god knows no sound but the cadence of their own voice. he is everything everywhere all at once. she doesn’t know how to hold hands or break down in somebody’s arms. she feels everything, therefore she has never felt anything at all. he knows everything, therefore he has never possessed wonder or curiosity. they try to become everything so as not to feel the lack, but conversing with yourself is just hoping for an echo.

And nobody can change a damn thing.

~ Ron Rhodes

Anyways glad you liked it! I would love to one day write a sequel focusing on Luke.