8609. MISERABLY NORMAL

MISERABLY NORMAL

Usually I don't care : people as the

normative fallacy of my life mark

my decisions.  We're either alone here

together, or some God has a guiding

hand. In either case, I wouldn't know. 

I can attest, however, to being of a

miserable norm, and can represent

two things, the possible fruits of

mind: first, that this 'God' is a

self-projection; part and parcel 

of its own generation empowered 

to be and  - by that  -  that which 

we see' (We made God, God did

not make We); and second: the

greater idea of One. This God

needed only do ONE thing, once,

and did. By 'making' us, period.

In the make-up of this 'making'

of us, all needed was to 'give'

to us the inherent possibilities 

of everything around us. Make

us, in turn, a ONE who would 

struggle and create; who would 

accept the possibilities of their

being a God or not, of worlds

coming from worlds, of science 

and art. He did not need to make

the mending bone, just implant

within us the idea of the possibility

that a bone could mend. It is all

so fraught. He did not need to 

'make' the solar system and all

its dependent arms, just merely

to implant in Man the mind that

would accept all that : every

portent and ratable quotient:

that boats can float, that water

is displaced, the air can move,

that blood is traced. W accept

this foreful world in all its

possibilities. Such, such was

the work of a silent God.

The rest is all work

and story.