Of gods by men

It is possible that every man has a limit to his intelligence.

Let us assume a man of limitless knowledge and wisdom. I would like to call that person god.

All the religions do it, so I take that liberty in this post.

If a common man has a reasonable amount of intelligence, and those that scream eureka when their hind side hits a tub of water, have an above reasonable amount of intelligence, the difference between gods and men is a simple matter of limits.

It has been observed that the intellectual giants of old, when faced with a dilemma that lay outside their intellectual capacity, have attributed their unsolvable mystery to the existence of a mystical being who keeps it all together.

 And it is more interesting to note, that a century later, another intellectual giant solves the problem, and in his course of research comes across another apparently unsolvable problem, which he again attributes to our very own mystical all knowing being.

It has happened with Newton, it has happened with Darwin, it has happened with Laplace.

So I can conclude that a god is born each time a man reaches his limits. God is a creation of men’s arrogance. An arrogance that makes men believe that if they cannot come up with an answer, then the answer can only be explained by the existence of the unknown.

It reasonably explains why every religion expounds the virtues of humility. A subconscious discrete effort to remind man that it is not the end of the road, keep trying.

Make A Choice Foundation

Stop complicating it. There are only two rules that hold true in life.
Number one.Life is a series of choices.
You can choose to take a beating and move forward or sit in a corner crying about it.
You can learn to face your goliath or slip away quietly into the night hoping that noone sees you.
You can choose to take a learning or you can choose to blame.
You can choose to lend a hand or choose to walk past the chaos.

Let those choices be guided by conviction. Anything else will lead to choices you regret

It is this rule of choice which leads me to the second decree of life.
Number two.You are the sum of all those choices. Mystery solved.
That is who you are. You are not a separate entity with your experiences and feelings in a bag, slung across your weary shoulders.
Your choices are you. Get used to it. Or make a choice, and change it.

The Dilemma before Dawn

Awoken by a strange phone call in the middle of the night, our bleary eyed, slightly inebriated protagonist lounged in front of the television, allowing the idiocracy of the world he lives in to muddle his mind. As the last battalion of his sanity charged  towards their most certain death, he came to grips with a reality that was  hidden in the dark recesses of his mind. In this game of chess called life, he was both a player and a piece.  And though the oracle of fate is every mans vane, in his case it was love. He was a pawn with those he loved, to be moved as pleased, for he never imposed on their will, misguided by principles of honor, freedom and trust. But with those outside that circle, he played the game. Sometimes he won, sometimes he lost. But with each win and defeat, he only grew stronger, more resilient, more determined. And this is wherein the dilemma lies. The crux of this story, lies entangled in the collision of these two worlds. One the pawn. One the player. One the pawn. One the player.

As dawn broke, our deluded protagonist, closed his eyes with a comforting thought, "It takes more courage to be a pawn than a player. In the game of pawns, we lose the ones we love. In the game of players, we only lose to win again some day. Be a pawn, and be loved forever. Be the player, and live forever. The player finds strength in the pawn, and the pawn the player" 

As the insanity ebbed out of his tired frame, the pawn and the player both found their peace.