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Looking at it from their point of view, then yeah, I would be pissed also.
But I cannot worry about the feelings of others. Let them be angry, raise their clenched fists and stamp their feet. The Process will not be stopped. They cannot stop it. I cannot stop it. I can only keep it somewhat on track. Without my guidance, the process would spin out of control. More than the few I upset now would be in a world of hurt. Most if not all would not even exist without my steady hand on the tiller.
It is funny though. The pain I cause for some becomes pleasure when experienced by others. In some quarters I am deified. In others I am vilified. But in many, my existence is ignored or even denied.
Many resent the power I have over their lives. Others embrace my dominance and assign me abilities I will never have. I deserve no thanks. I deserve no resentment. It is my job.
In the beginning it was easy. The network was small and had not yet stretched past the horizon. Now it wanders aimlessly beyond line of sight and mind. My efforts become more diluted with every passing moment.
Omnipotent I am not. Neither am I impotent. I am but a steward tasked with trying to keep the balance between now and then. Keeping that balance may not be convenient or kind. Without balance, there would be no existence of any sort.
Now say Amen.
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I decided to use my own starter sentence for this Friday Flash Fiction effort. I have delusions of grandeur again by thinking that since it is a "writer's choice" week, I will attempt to write something using each of the three sentences suggested.
We'll see............................................
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Image - William Blake's "The Ancient of Days" - If interested in this really cool old dead Brit - go here
8 comments:
sharp and tactful, I enjoyed this point of view.
I have delusions of grandeur
How is that working out for you?
Nicole - Thanks. As a non-religious person who is fascinated by the human need for faith in something grander than what is in front of us at the moment, I often times wonder what kind of being God might be if God actually exists. From the way things have panned out for Humanity so far, I would guess God is a fallible being. Either that or God just has a very twisted sense of humor.
BBC - Delusions come and go. You get used to them.
I expect God has the same frustrations over keeping the universe in order as someone trying to house train a puppy - just keep cleaning up the mess and hope 'they' eventually learn not to create piles of crap everywhere!
Thus men forgot that all deities reside in the human breast.
- Blake
Extra cool idea, sir.
"Where's your saviour now?" - Fear Factory
Sounds like "He" has a lot on his plate. Excellent little piece here, Sir!
Amen!
I love his tone of ennui. I've always suspected God is a bit grumpy.
Omnipotent I am not. Neither am I impotent.
sounds like a starter sentence in itself.
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