In movies and plays when a voice comes seemingly out of nowhere, I often think of God, or gods. The hand of God. The voice of God, The will of God. Of course most of the people reading this will think of the paternalistic Christian God. That is not always the case for me.
I waver here, because God, to me, is something or someone ineffable. An all powerful force that created the heavens and the earth and everything upon, around, or within those things. Way too big to be some man in white robes, sitting on a chair somewhere and way too incorporeal to have one son sitting on his right hand.
And yet, God could be a man. God is man and woman and everything else I see and experience. God is an idea, but more than an idea. God is a power I cannot conceive of. God's words are experienced by me through my ability to hear and see and interpret everything into something I can comprehend and that is pretty limited.
When my Muse texts me it is much the same way. I can picture a man looking a certain way, living a particular life, but that is only one interpretation. Where those words come from, why they are directed at me, what actions they inspire, are all up for interpretation. In the end they could be coming from a holy man, or that ineffable power, or simply some other human being.
It shouldn't really matter, because if I am the person I hope to be I will strive to be honest, generous and open to being the best I can be no matter what. And in the end, isn't that what it's all about?
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