“What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us?
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make His way home?”
Maybe not a slob, but just an every day bloke like you and me. Reluctantly waking up to face another day. Pass another judgment. Get another cup of coffee and just try to come to terms…with life? What if he was just weary and looking for inspiration? Making ends meet. Making mistakes. Trapped in a self sustaining quagmire. Cogitating over decisions taken and decisions not taken. Someone with a conscience, but one that’s carefully and sparsely used.
What if God, indeed, was just a slob like one of us? Dumped with responsibilities that he does not really want or care about? Like Lucifer, the wanton child. Would God ever cry for all the Lucifers around? All his children who rebelled against his paternal care, got stifled, escaped, died, faded, got crippled, vindicated, forgotten. Is his grief quantifiable? Is it tangible or as esoteric as he is? Does he grudge us our mortality?
Is God as lonely as we are? Maybe not. Maybe he chuckles at our little victories, our crushing defeats, our mundane, self-containedness and complacency. Does he smoke a pipe as he pull the strings of his infernally stupid and smug creations? Is he, too, eternally damned?
Maybe God’s just a shout in the street. Maybe we are all damned and happy about it.