When One Is Arrogant About God

The little man stepped just beyond transcendence from his little world and found divinity outside. The huge surprise was that he found no throne, no kindly spirit there, no lowering papa in the sky but there was ecstasy in emptiness he had not seen between the stars, between the frenzied prayers of men who sold their commentaries on belief. What irony to note the hidden god who sent him back without reward, that humankind might lift the sword and find it weak, inadequate, the symbol of a stumbling gospel half believed, half emasculated from the altars censed in smoke. But then to venture deep within at last, makes to emerge just the glimmer of a cosmic pride that always turns away until our tongues receive the simple sacrament of love, and only then our knees may serve as pedestals for truth. ~