Sunday, January 19, 2014

On the notion of Divine equality

One of the things I believe more than any other is "thou art God, and I am God, and all that groks is God."  This is a truism and I cannot imagine it being any other way.  All that groks is God.  Meeting another grokking being is meeting God and meeting yourself.  There are manifold implications and consequences of this Truth but the one I'm most interested in right now is the idea of equality.

On the surface, it seems that if two things are the same then they must be equal.  Or, perhaps, "equals."  Infinity is infinity, right?  And given the assertion that I am God, then the kindreds are also God, collectively and individually.  Since we are all God, how can it be that I worship them?

It's a question of right behavior.  A host might defer to his guest and, in turn, be deferred to.  Two friends, social equals, who are out drinking together might mistreat one another in affectionately horrific ways.  A father cherishes his daughter, viewing her as "higher" than himself and yet still requiring her obedience.

Equality is a power play, and even in infinities there is hierarchy.  y = x grows to infinity, but y = x2 grows to infinity faster; it is a higher-order infinity. We are God, and so are the gods; but the gods are better at being God than we are.

It is correct to defer to the gods during workings because they are our guests.  But it is also correct to defer to them because they are "first among equals."  It may not be that their worth is greater than ours, or their potential; but their realization of that potential outstrips us in every way.

Thou art God, and I am God, and all that groks is God.  But just as one infinity can be greater than another, one can grok more completely than another.  This being true, failure to recognize it is dishonest.  It is hubris, which is itself a failure to recognize things as they are.

The gods might appreciate spunk and self-reliance, but when a line into dishonesty is crossed, somehow I think their amusement quickly palls.

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