We don’t hear enough about someone trying to put themselves in someone else’s shoes. Probably due to the fact that few ever do. Few ever care to and even fewer ever try. Maybe it’s too arduous of a task for me to think like a theist. I just don’t have it in me; moreover it would be an insult to theists. However I can go back. Back to a time when I wasn’t sure what to believe; but considered myself closer to that of an agnostic theist. When I stood in my parents’ backyard (at about 17) staring into the night, I imaged the pure blackness of the universe. In awe of its beauty. I wondered what “god” could mean to me. My definition was rather Einsteinian*, feeling the depths of such a vast place flow right throw me. I was a part of it all; it was all a part of me. I was possibly more of a pantheist. But what is pantheism anyway? Just one step closer to atheism?
Perhaps I’m not the best one to step inside a theists’ shoes. But I’ve thought about the concept a lot; I’ve tried. But I was never really a theist. Yet I’m sure I’ll come back to the idea soon.
I always wondered that if all is goodness and beauty, does that necessarily transform into god? Many have contended, “god is whatever you want it to be”. Then why call it god?
*”I believe in Spinoza’s God, who reveals Himself in the lawful harmony of the world, not in a God Who concerns Himself with the fate and the doings of mankind.”
