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Is god as fictitious as a fairy?

Yesterday I was thinking as I walked home alone, and passed a temple. We tell stories of fairies and goblins and fictitious prince and princess to children, but don't believe in them ourselves because we think we are too smart and know that they are just mythical characters. When a child thinks that a tooth fairy or a Santa Claus will come, we laugh at them. But we stick onto our beliefs that god exists, though no one has seen him. And we go to great lengths to appease him or influence him. Are we not akin to the children we laugh at? Do you think some one greater than us would be laughing at us, seeing our silly beliefs about a non-existent or mythical god who may not exist, who may be as fictitious as a fairy?

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  1. ... if you can't suspend 'thinking' and appreciate the essence of children that is eternal & beautiful & true - you've missed God!

    ... the process of growing up to see children as different from 'we' the elders, is unbecoming of the God we're born with/as/to be

    ... to see Him is to realize the eternal, beautiful & true child within .. & staying centered with it ...

    ... never mind the myriads of deities, temples, rituals & religions - they're all instruments & paths with mostly forgotten intent ...

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