The Human Paradox - Part 1 - God Makers

As the human condition dictates and demands of us to ask questions as to why we are the only sentient beings in the animal kingdom while all other animals roam the earth in a dream like state in the constant search for food, shelter and procreation or basic survival; we find ourselves on a supernatural pedestal of sorts in that we allow our egos to reach the distance of supernatural proportions.

Growing up, I was reared with the idea that a supernatural being known as GOD resided in an ethereal place called heaven and looked after all mankind. This "GOD", as it was told to me, reigned above the idea of man as a holy omnipotent being beyond our reach. My greatest issue was the mundane existence mankind held; that we were not able to attain a sense of perfection for we are human and fallible. Though both true, I struggled with this mastery of the control of mankind and fought out the notion that I was less than that of a being I knew nothing about. “When law and duty are one, united by religion, you never become fully conscious, fully aware of yourself. You are always a little less than an individual.1” Please forgive me for this rant. I do not care to upset the masses, and will continue my point of view on "GOD" in a later blog.

Here, today, I want to discuss the matter of the creation of new gods or demigods. But in this instance these gods are not amongst the starts but rather are stars themselves.

As I flip through the pages of US Weekly or People magazine (don’t laugh), I see the sensationalism that constantly surround people like Julia Roberts or Jennifer Aniston. The flashing cameras of the relentless paparazzi or the ruthless cameras of TMZ seem to entice us more that our already giddy state; forcing us to hang every last word of the stars we have created. “A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside, thinking that his happiness lies outside him, finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.2”

Sometimes we allow others to be the heroes in our lives, perhaps to fill in the void of what we feel, we are unable to achieve. These documents of others lives are a physical and emotional experience, a palpable taste we can’t seem to get enough of. Have we defined the meaning of who we are based on the experiences of others?

Enough is enough, or so to speak. I look out in this world and have come to find that in each and every man, woman and child resides the ability to be a god amongst the stars.

In essence, we deem some individuals who have attained such fame to be the highlight in our lives so much so that we retain the idea of that individual as being superhuman. Why is it that such lives or omnipotent beings become idled in a manner that detaches them from us? When do we see ourselves equally valued to these beings so not to remove them from the fold or rather to see others as equals?



1. Frank Herbert 2. Soren Kierkegaard