I saw this building, with a sign in front that read "God is still speaking." Of course I know this is one of those human churches - a sanctuary to some invisible metaphor - but I can't help but think to myself, 'I'm not talking to any of them.' If I'm not talking, then who is? It's a funny thought but I do wonder at times if I'm not alone; if one of my fellows is "of the same stuff," so to speak.
Of course, we may all be gods - not of this world, I mean, but of other worlds. Stars and worlds and systems come into and leave existence constantly, just as humans do. One could infer that these births and deaths correspond to the cosmic ones. This is a lower level thought. Taking it up a notch, there must be a god of the universe, since it remains despite the birth and death of things within it. I don't think any human is the god of entirety, though; they aren't exceptional enough. In fact, I may not be exceptional enough to be god of the planet holding humanity, but it won't do any good to consider such a thing.
Until I meet someone that has seen the world as I have, painted its skies, seen the land in all its changes, observed the room; I'm the god as far as I know.
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