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Array of Chaos Part 3: GOD


There are few moments in life you always despise, the moments when you can’t interpret your own thoughts, you can’t identify with yourself. This article is written in one of such weak moments, since these moments are characterised by the fuzziness of thoughts which offer no such underlying relations, thus the article lacks a unifying theme in itself and is more of a realisation of various unrelated emotions. This is the third part of an article which has been trisected.


#GOD

Is there a God? Again a paradox, sometimes I wonder whether everything is ambiguous in life or is there definitive reality. Even this can lead to a debate of illusion and reality. May be this is the reason I m so fascinated by life there are several questions which appear so simple but everyone has his own answers , all those answers are correct. You don’t have to follow a set of defined procedure to reach the solution; life on the other hand gives opportunities to explore your own solution which is different for every individual. The word ‘God’ itself, like love, is not well-defined. So by no means we can prove or falsify the claims of his existence if we don’t know whose existence we are talking about. So in reality the cynicism about God’s existence is perennial and thus will be God. So, there is one thing we can be sure of, the idea of God is eternal. Most of us see the order and sophistication around us and wonder we are special and so our existence can’t be a matter of chance, there must be a supreme but then we must appreciate the large no. of sample (there are billions and billions of planets) which suggests that our existence is just a matter of chance. In reality most of will never find out whether there is a God, so most of us are agnostic about his existence which an atheist can never falsify and a theist  can never justify. As far as I believe life is not always about knowing everything, there are a lot of thing you can never find out (a person can never find out whether he is in love he just believes that he is in) but you can still believe in them. If we are Theist we never need to justify God’s existence we just need to believe in it because having faith in your belief is the true devotion.

True devout never questions his existence,
He just trusts his belief.
Prayers are not your act of devotion,
Those who suffer render them relief.

#CONCLUSION

Before I conclude I would acknowledge the fact that many of you might have found it a strange read as it lacks any unifying theme. It’s confusing and chaotic and thus not ordered or natural. But wait minute! Isn't it the most natural? This what nature seeks: To be more chaotic. It leaves the order to achieve randomness. But we, on the other hand being made up of similar atoms and ions that seek randomness, seek order. Strange isn't  Finally I have found out the unifying theme of my article: It’s the uniqueness of human mind to impart an order to chaos.

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  1. Hmmm..interesting....your conclusions makes me appreciate the post :)


    InkMyTravel

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  2. Since conclusions are what should really appeal to the readers, so I suppose the article serves the purpose

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