Memoirs of the Unborn. God

Memoirs of the Unborn. God

Fourth story

Throughout the history of humanity, many have been involved in the birth, annihilation, denial of existence, and killing of God.

 

It was fashionable and prestigious in all times, in any society.

 

People invented God, and they either took Him out of the game or simply killed Him. Physically and spiritually.

 

The most interesting aspect of this chain of births, denials, and deaths is what no one ever thought about: could God have been born dead or not born at all?

 

Scientists did not ponder over this question; it did not receive attention in literature—both in poetry and prose; reflections on this did not take physical forms in sculptures, songs were not dedicated to it, and it was not depicted on canvases.

 

No one simply thought about it. And how to think about the flip side of the coin when everywhere, all around, you find confirmations of God's Existence, Dismissal from Service, and Death!

 

But absolutely nowhere will you find even a small iota of doubt that God was never born. Except, perhaps, in this narrative...

 

People invented God to explain the unexplainable.

 

It was simpler that way, as He was assigned responsibility for what happened to people.

 

And responsibility comes with a price—worship, offerings, the construction of temples.

 

Philosophers and theologians argued with each other trying to explain the essence of God, His role in human life, and the influence on it.

Atheists proved that there is no God, denying claims of His existence.

 

Feuerbach abolished God, and Nietzsche drove the last nail into the lid of His coffin.

 

And structuralists simplified the task altogether, stating that man invented God, and the Latter eventually became an independent structure detached from humans.

 

Independent of human faith or disbelief in Him.

 

But none of them started from the thesis that God was not born at all. According to the achievements of philosophers, He died... Unborn.

 

He was remembered and recalled, mentioned in memories, in proverbs and sayings, in folk tales, epics, and legends, in superstitions. Books were dedicated to Him, describing in detail encounters with Him—in dreams and in reality. The living and the dead wrote about Him. Naturally, the dead wrote about Him only when they returned to the world of the living again. And they attributed their glorious return to a miracle. A miracle that was not handmade, and therefore - Divine.

 

So, He lived and existed in the minds of believers and non-believers—because even those who deny His existence still proceed from the assumption that He exists, otherwise - there is nothing to deny.

 

He received congratulations and offerings, granted forgiveness, created laws.

 

He was glorified in verses, songs, and prose. He was depicted on canvases, sculpted.

 

People turned to Him in hopes of a miracle when doctors were powerless, and judges and executioners were unyielding.

 

They entrusted Him with their secrets.

 

They worshipped and cursed Him, loved and hated Him. The unborn God.

 

Because He was never born.

 

That's how He "exists"—unborn, which means that everything attributed to Him also never was born. And therefore, like Himself, it could not die.