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If he is He show me who’s He

Would you say that just because you cannot see it, it isn’t there?
I am not talking of God. The thing about God is, there isn’t a claim made.
I am not talking of God. The thing about God is, there isn’t a claim made.
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Sankarshan Thakur   |   Published 19.06.22, 03:01 AM

But some things may not be shown. And some things may not be seen. Some things may actually not be there at all, although they are claimed to be there. I am not talking of God. The thing about God is, there isn’t a claim made. Nor a home sought. Nor battles invoked and conquests ordered. Leave God aside.

Can you see my conscience? Do I have one? Or do I not? Would you say that just because you cannot see it, it isn’t there? What about that three-letter word that keeps our attentions like nothing else? No, it isn’t a three-letter word that ends in X. And it isn’t tax either, just in case you were heading in that direction. It is quite another three-letter word and it keeps our species occupied in all manner of ways — good, bad, ugly. Got it? Never mind.

Can you see it anywhere although most of us would swear by its existence, the entity that the three-letter word conveys? Well, you cannot, and yet you aver, with all the emphasis available to you, that the entity indeed exists. In fact, it has also been famously said that if that three-letter word entity weren’t in existence, it would be necessary to invent it. And yet you cannot see it anywhere, can you? In an X-ray? Or in a CT scan? In an MRI? Can you? Does it show up in a blood test? Or a urine test? Or in a test of that other thing that also often gets tested to diagnose this or that? Could it be that my conscience may be found there? Ejected? And then flushed down chinaware because it stank? My conscience could be a stinking thing. My conscience could be twisted. My conscience could be perverted. My conscience could be the concoction of a devil. Or it may be dead. It may not even have been born. But who’s to tell? Just because you cannot see it...

I am so many things you cannot see. Or prove about me. It is not merely the three-letter word thing or the conscience thing. You cannot see many things about me. And yet they are there. My intentions. My plans. Where I want to get. How I want to get there. What I will do and not do in getting there. You may be able to see this bit and that bit and you may wish to add things up or join them and arrive at a pattern but you may be wrong. Because you cannot see what I am, although I undeniably am. And I shall do things that may be currently invisible or hidden, things that you cannot see. Have patience. Those things will come. Shudder. Take cover. I won’t repeat the advisory.

If you cannot anything see

You are looking into a hole

I’m certain and quite sure you be

Here’s one who lost their soul.

 



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