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"Or they would have burned you at the stake for witchcraft and heresy," I interrupted.
"Or they would have tried that, but you know where I'm going with this. Going far enough back, I can create a burning bush or generate a booming voice from the heavens; any number so-called miracles, to ancient man, are mere gimmicks to you and I."
"Great. So now Jesus was a time traveler, and all the rest of the Major Prophets throughout man's history were, too."
"Anything is possible, but I doubt it. Maybe, though. Previous generations of man have used the name 'god' in association with concepts that extended beyond their scope of knowledge, beyond their comprehension of theoretical application at the time. Look at any history book. You can plot out humanity's move away from the traditional definition of 'god' as sciences and technology grow at exponential rates. And time travel, while the subject of much speculation, is still a long way off. Maybe god is really just whatever remains that is unknown. In my idea, then, that means that god can exist in the mystery of whatever it is that happens to us when we die."
"As always, you make a good point supporting your case," I said to her, knowing she would in all likelihood leave the conversation as the victorious party; she positively would not be convinced of any other ideas presented to her to the contrary of her statements and beliefs. At least not until an equally powerful concept introduced itself into her flow of logic. I didn't really plan on changing anything about what she was saying, and didn’t really even feel capable of compelling a change of paradigm, it was just entertaining and enjoyable to have someone to talk to things like that about without the risk of bruised egos and crumpled feelings. "But I just can't buy into it," I added.
"You really can lie there and tell me that you think that everything has a negative ending? That there is nothing on the other side, nothing beyond us, and now?" She questioned. |