God is the shadow and the puppet, formed by your hands, is religion. I apologize for the unintentional bias that this diction creates, but I feel it is the most straightforward way to describe these thoughts and images that enter my soapy head while I am idle in the shower. If God is a shadow, then it is difficult to say whether or not he is real, a physical presence, or simply an illusion brought to life with just the right lighting and method acting. This is a depressing thought for some; in a few sentences I have dismissed the basis of your life, your goals and your actions as a cheap party trick. But even if that is all that God and religion end up being, a figment of our imagination, that means that meaning, beauty and divinity lie, and have always lied, in our own hands. There may not be an ethereal bearded man among the clouds commanding this and that, but what a beautiful thought that we mere mortals are capable of crafting such grand hopes. Each individual has the power to mold and bend their shadow puppet as they like, distributing meaning, joy and love to an otherwise blank, white wall. Imagine all we are capable of, when we have already made God with the flick of the wrist and the crossing of our fingers.
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