Imagine standing in front of an infinite mirror.
Every reflection reveals you, each layer unfolding further.
Now, replace that mirror with God. This mind-bending paradox of "us in God, God in us" is the theological equivalent of an Escher drawing, endlessly looping with no clear starting point.
More often than not, religions love to sell this circular logic, but let's strip down the absurdity: How can finite minds ever truly comprehend an infinite concept like God? We use words, metaphors, and dogmas to paint God with limited brushes. Infinite squeezed into finite makes as much sense as fitting the ocean into an eyedropper.
Yet, the belief persists. We claim we are both the dreamer and the dream, the creator and the creation, like a snake chasing its own tail. But is it enlightenment…
…or the ultimate narcissistic delusion?
The Divine Narcissistic Delusion
Let's consider: If you are indeed godly, why can't you control reality?
Why is suffering an omnipresent guest in your life? Ancient texts tell tales of entities who could reshape the physical world with thoughts; meanwhile, you can't even control your email notifications. The ultimate cosmic joke.
The ancient Greeks had a word for it: Hubris. It's the human ego inflated to a divine proportion, believing we are divine actors in a universal saga. But take a step back. If you are both the dreamer and the dream, does this entire charade mean anything other than a desperate attempt to find meaning in existence?
Imagine Shakespeare’s Hamlet standing on stage, sword in hand, declaring himself both actor and playwright. His life loses meaning the moment he confuses those roles…
…perhaps this holds true for us.
No-Self, No Paradox
This conundrum leads us to non-duality and the idea of no-self.
What if the self you think you are is as illusory as the reflection in that infinite mirror? The Buddhists call it "Anatta," the core teaching of no-self.
Your identity, your thoughts, your god-like self-perception, are illusory layers masking the void within. Ramana Maharshi used to ask, "Who am I?" A simple question causing a cascade effect through the layers of self-assumed being. The answer isn't static. It evolves, shifting like shadows under diffused light, ultimately revealing there is no "I," no separate self.
Suspect the delicious irony: The deeper you dive into uncovering the godliness within you, the more you dissolve into nothingness. It's not about finding godliness. It's about obliterating the sense of self to reveal the truth…
…and this truth? Likely to shake you to your core.
The Final Conundrum: Meaningless Meaning
So what if this entire exercise is just another trick of the ego desperately trying to cling to some sense of importance?
Look, dear reader, real freedom might stem not from the discovery of divinity within but from the chilling clarity that none of this means a damn thing. If we take ourselves out of the equation, what remains?
Your quest isn't about becoming divine, but unraveling the layers of illusion that keep you chained to this wheel of suffering and delusion. The more you seek answers, the more questions you should uncover. Seek not God within but the obliteration of the self that seeks God. That's the punchline to this cosmic joke.
Embrace it. Laugh with it. Or spiral deeper into the endless chase of circular logic where you are perpetually the hunter and the hunted, trapped within the mirage of your making…
…and now, the ultimate question is yours to ponder: Who are you, really?
If we think, those layers of ego is our body, and we are desperately trying to make our Ego beautiful and bigger and on top of all. but, its something within that is us and living in this body, who that is? who that thing is which is hiding behind the ego and trying to show something different than its existance?