Aug 26, 2013

If I Ruled the World

If I ruled the world, everyday would be the first day of Spring, every heart would have a new song to sing, and we'd sing of the joy every morning would bring. If I ruled the world, every man would be as free as a bird, every voice would be a voice to be heard...

That beautiful Tony Bennett song...I've always thought that was one of the saddest songs in the universe. I don't know how anyone could ever believe in God. Apart from the whole omni-trio paradox, of how an omniscient God with knowledge of everything, and omnipotent, with all the possible power in all reality, could ever be omnibenevolent. It's the paradox of the ages. For the world to its molecular levels, to its survival of the fittest reality in nature, and to the meaninglessness and evil we go through every day, cannot be a world ruled by a benevolent God.

Every day is painful in itself, every time we try to fight things beyond us, and every time dreams shatter in the floor making our feet bleed when we try to stand up and walk on, and even if we manage to make it through the day, we have to become numb to the reality that one third of the world is starving, one third is dying of any disease or war, and the other third has been infected with egotistical evil and need of power. How could anyone believe this world is ruled by a God.

If supernatural forces are at hand, they are evil forces that rule this planet, this universe, this reality, and we are all puppets being pulled from one direction to another. We are either the subject of evil or the object of evil. We are either causing pain or feeling it. And overall we are embraced by darkness.

In the face of the beautiful moon shining alone in my balcony in the open sky, I felt trapped. I felt trapped in my own life, in my own reality, in my own world. We are already trapped in our bodies and in our lives, and we trap ourselves in routines, and inside walls. We are slaves and enslavers of our own kind.

If I ruled the world every day would be the first day of spring
Every heart would have a new song to sing
If I ruled the world every man would be as free as a bird
Every voice would be a voice to be heard

My world would be a beautiful place
Where we would weave such wonderful dreams

The dream is more painful than the pain itself, for when it shatters it breaks every heart with it

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