We never truely die but manifest in different forms as our prime material is reused ad infinitum.
However, this God, is at best totaly neutral and without intent. He is caught in a state of being, and that is all he does. Like the aborigional mythos, we are all caught in his irrational dream
Hey Yaro,
Kinda like this?
the great globe itself, yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; and, like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep. -- Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act IV
One of the most famous zen koans is the demand by the master for the student to "show me your original face before your father and mother were born". This follows from the Buddha's teaching that everything which is born (comes into being) dies (passes out of being) only that which is never born never dies. What is this original unborn? Some called it the original mind, or the one mind.
However, this God, is at best totaly neutral and without intent. He is caught in a state of being, and that is all he does.
Caught? caught imples a desire to escape. What if he is prior to being? The state is not steady it's changing all the time. What if "he" is doing nothing? What if he is the void, the empty space that this all takes place in? Like the Tibetan metaphor of the sky. When it rains it is not wetted, when the sun shine it's not hot, at night it's not dark. What if you are the empty space that allows the neuro muscular dance of what is called Yaro's life to takes place? What if you are the unborn void that the Yaro character "struts and frets her hour on the stage" in?
Waking is what the Buddha told people about. We suffer in our dreams of desire and aversion. The solution to tha suffering, not physical pain, but to the emotional spiritual suffering is to wake from the dream we have of being an entity.
Sorry to wax poeteic
But I love poetry! You've a lovely soulful quality. Please continue to let it shine.
peace,
lfen