God
God
By Ava Kuklis
A shimmering needle clasped between the calluses of a left pointer finger and thumb. A single cohesive release. The needle drops in the grasp of gravity and pierces the weak skin of a gray-toned clay bust of a pupil-less, lifeless male face; it sloppily concaves and splatters onto the glistening surface of a lazy susan below. The clay stretches, contorts, and smears to form a boundless horizon of a fiery hell, comparable to Pandora's box. A fantasy of morbidity and mortality. Bordering the infinite axis are narrow sharply pointed mountains like a cage. Pseudonymous figures moaning in torturous pain and punishment as mortal beings in a pit of flames. They burn. But clay doesn't burn. It hardens, cracks, and freezes them in this underworld of moral transgression. The innominate silhouettes endure eternal suffering for their unapologetic sins. Sad and miserable is our human default. The souls repent but their cries go by unforgiven and unnoticed as plural screams are but a singular whimper in the ears of angels. Unimaginable, indescribable creatures, beyond our scope of interpretation, were the angels: even this, a more digestible fraction of God himself. No one created God yet God created an undesirable reputation for himself blamed on the fictional character of Satan. God is Satan. Satan is God menacingly adorning himself with a headband of bull horns and an evil trident in his hand. Of course, God doesn't have hands, or a head for that matter. But Satan does, and so do humans. He shapeshifts to his liking whenever he pleases. Humans imagine God with a beard and a body because our self-absorbed mindset and thought process envision us as the superior being. We are self-centered. God is the embodiment of flawless purity. God is perfect and perfect is just as uninterpretable as God himself. A faultless entity emerged from a void of nothing which naturally your measly human consciousness cannot comprehend either. No being other than God himself can truly know what nothing is. Maybe you imagine an endless black, endless white, but is that not something? Nothing is something otherwise the world wouldn't exist. God is an egotistic, elitist, control-hungry puppet master deliberately crafting universes of slaves for his own enjoyment. He controls all that exists and knows all fate when our ignorance has not the slightest clue. God controls you as you read this. God controls me as I write it.
