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Ecclesiastes: God particle

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Job VI

Ecclesiastes                                                                        God particle    


“The book of Ecclesiastes:
{3:1} for everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven;
{3:2} A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
{3:3} A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
{3:4} A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
{3:5} A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
{3:6} A time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to throw away;
{3:7} A time to tear, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
{3:8} A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.  
{3:9} What gain have the workers from their toil?
{3:10} I have seen the business that god has given to everyone to be busy with.
{3:11} He has made everything suitable for its time: moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what god has done from the beginning to the end.
{3:12} I know that there is better for them to be happy and enjoy themselves as long as they live;
{3:13} Moreover, it is god’s gift that all should eat and drink and take pleasure in all their toil.
{3:14} I know that whatever god does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it; god has done this, so that all should stand in awe before him.
{3:15} That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already is; and god seeks out what has gone by.”
Job stopped reading and switched on the television. Then, the entire world welcomed him with a good news about the revelation of the information gathered by the international scientific community on an experiment conducted in Geneva, the existence of a god particle and an answer for the puzzle, the creation of the universe. Job was interested in the new news on god particle. He thought about the book of Ecclesiastes he has read in the morning.
He confirmed the section of the book he has read by reading it again, for he found a mystical unification about the news he has seen and the section of the book of Ecclesiastes he has read. He underlined some particular lines, {3:1} for everything there is a season and a time for every matter under heaven, {3:11} He has made everything suitable for its time: moreover he has put a sense of past and future into their minds, yet they cannot find out what god has done from the beginning to the end. , {3:14} I know that whatever god does endures forever; nothing can be added to it, nor anything taken from it; god has done this, so that all should stand in awe before him., {3:15} That which is, already has been; that which is to be, already is; and god seeks out what has gone by. He believes something which he fails to establish.
Can this god particle alter god for a mere particle? If so, the entire humanity was living in the heaven of fools for the last whole decades, the church might become a history of mankind. The biblical reference for the creation of the universe by the god might become a bed story. After all who knows it? Even the god particle can never reveal the creation of the universe and the perfect positions of the planets and their satellites. The majestic beauty of the universe will always be a mystery for the entire mankind and this mystery will never be written down in to a pile of papers. In fact, this mystery is visible to all of us and the fact is that we don’t access this mystery in a panoramic view point that we fail to unite all the information cohesively for the revelation. It’s just like a description of an elephant by a group of blind men, some say the elephant is like a long thing by touching its trunk; some say it’s like a pillar by touching its legs and so the narration on elephant goes on.


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