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 ‘THIS’ & ‘THAT’



It is the mysterious ‘that’ which is overwhelmed in this entire universe (Nature). That is the ‘fact’. That is the soul. That is you.
            The underlined doctrine of all the ‘established religions’ construct the notion of human creation and the existence originated from the ‘Divinity of sanctum sanctorum’.  
            ‘That’ is Yahweh, says Jew. Yahweh is omnipotent; only the one and he judges on the last judgment day. While the Christians say, that is not just one, but a trinity of Father, Son and Holy Ghost. And you have to believe the creed of the Church in order to be a Christian. But, on account of Islam, Jesus is neither God nor the Son of God. He is one among the several prophets sent by Allah. Allah is Unique; He is most kind and generous. And you have to believe, in order to be a Muslim, the only God; the words of his mouth and the prophets he has sent. For Buddhist ‘that’ is nirvana. Nirvana defines the ‘liberation, emancipation, freedom from suffering, from the continuity of dukkha.
            What is ‘that’?  ‘That’ is possibly everything not ‘this’. The platform of the ‘that’ is outside the immediate access of the common man and his intellectual horizon, which is the mysteriousness of ‘that’ on which we ponder and discourse. In the Old Testament, God is the ‘Other’. This ‘Other’ is the ‘that’ to whom the myriads and myriads of angels and the guardians of Holy heaven sing song.
            How the ‘Other’ comes in to the existence? And how the ‘that’ comes in to the existence? If we get an answer we will be able to find a solution for the mystery of the Otherness of God and the ‘Other-ed-ness’ of human existence. How we are ‘Other-ed’? Or how we became ‘this’ and god became ‘that’? The answer could be drowning from an attempt of deconstructing the theory and myth of binary. The existence of something is a presence of something else, i.e. the farfetched reality of the ‘Other’ creates a dominant existence of something other than what is not familiar or what is not immediately accessible. The laxity of the immediate accessibility creates a platform for the celebration of the ‘that’ which is not visible or present. ‘That’ stands outside the conceptual map and perception of daily comprehension of a common man. He/she says, “That is not familiar” or “I have any idea about that” and it goes on like that. In short, the presence of ‘this’ only can create the presence of ‘that’ and the only ‘Other-ed’ can create the presence of the ‘Other’.
            So, who made God? God is a mental being who resides in our emotional faculty. The presence of God in the reasoning faculty does not compromise the very existence of God in any of the conceptual faculties too. That is why we contradict on the logical faculty. The ecclesiastical construction of Gods goes through all these kinds of self -contradiction because ‘that’ is constructed in our emotional faculty through the agents of the Church.

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