At what point will humanity finally realize that the endless, global, religious conflicts all result from an ancient dispute over semantics?
Think about it. Over the millennia, official human history (vastly different from the unofficial version) references thousands of names for a male deity. When one also recognizes the countless ancient and sacred Goddess names, as well as the more obscure divine monikers, one realizes that humanity is absolutely awash in different perceptions of God.
How can only one of them be right?
Just for a moment, let’s suspend our devout defensiveness and look at this whole name thing with some logic and compassion. First of all, we must remember that every indigenous culture is defined by its environment. The native animals and vegetation determine the cuisine, the architecture, the colors used in art . . . ad infinitum. The intrinsic value of anything is relative to its abundance, or lack thereof. Even linguistics and cultural metaphors spring forth from the landscapes and seasons.
How, then, can we expect the inner symbology of a Tundra-dwelling man to mirror that of a Tahitian girl if the very dirt beneath their feet is different? How can they possibly squeeze an abstract concept like God through limited words that are constrained by imperfect translation?
Further, since each of us occupies a very circumscribed position in reality, how dare we presume to speak for All That Is?
A friend of mine says I have a convoluted mind, and I believe him. It’s not an insult, either. He simply means (and rightly so) that I see patterns and relationships in the world at large where others see only randomness. From my peculiar perspective, there is no discrepancy between quantum physics, elemental magic, and mainstream Christianity. All of them say the same thing: Your faith determines your experience.
Everything else is dogma or cosmic semantics based on the truly disheartening notion that God has an ego as fragile as man’s.