"I believe in a magnificent God," she writes. And, what I'm about to write isn't going to make much sense. Good luck!
I have found a way to judge and relate to the same person, within a minute of each other.
Also, she has seemed to cause a patient, non-judgmental self-reflection, a conversation about myself (my favorite topic). The judgement comes from me and my selfishness . . . that which I felt for her and her participation in her marriage (what the hell am I talking about? Stupid stream of consciousness writing).
She talked about the "transcendants". Those who, despite the limits of their humanness, had come to know God. Transcendants. Remember that word. That could be the name, or languages best feeble attempt at a name for a character in a sci fi screen play I'm working on. I won't write it here, lest it be stolen. However, if you've made it this far, perhaps you ought to steel my title. That would serve me for making you sit through this blog.
Transcendants. Or Messangers. They're in between this world and the next. Teachers? Nurses? Sons and Daughters of God? But, they have grown to this position, this evolutionary, spiritual place. Nobody knows why or how. They've just accepted what is and deal accordingly. They cannot be medically explained or scientifically proven. But, the people of that planet have come to accept them on faith. Do they believe in a God? A Supreme Being? A Supreme Energy? Supreme Magnificence? "All That is One". Is there an ancient word for that? A variation of "Maktub" for example. That means "it is written". He Who Writes All?
God. Maybe that is simply how our hero's translator would translate it (translator micro, nano, smaller than nanochip, chip).
Every species, every culture has a name for a supreme being. Language is to limited, the chip is too limited. Even in the most advance species in the galaxy, they still can't invent an acceptable word for God. Maybe, when they're injecting the chip, they need to ask our hero (because of the limitations of the translator) to use his own word for God . . . and Love, because these are personal words and can't be easily translated. And, since this will be his chip and his translation, he gets to choose the words. He has to think fast, fortunately. No opportunity to overthink is good for him . . . and me.
Direct inspiration in the time of need. Somehow that will have meaning later.
Keep an open mind as this woman discusses, with honesty, her life and her experience, the best she can. Don't put too much weight or responsibility on her. After all, she's just a human.
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