How many times did we go to bed without answers, and still our mothers and fathers loved us all the same, throughout the night and the next morning? And for days and weeks and months and years, seemingly without end, until one day our parents came to an end, and we were left alone with our questions.
They took care of us at all times whether we deserved it or not, fed us and clothed us, and protected our going out and our coming in.
Isn't God something like that? Has He not loved us all similarly, but without ceasing?
And aren't we going to be always something like that, always children, whether alive or dead, because our very being is completely contingent upon our Maker?
What should change? Why should the next world mean any more, or any less, than that?
I hear you all grumbling, you sons of God, you, but it is not born of faith. It is born of presumption.
We cannot be equal with God.
For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.
The knowing, as usual, has been highly overrated.
τίμα τὸν πατέρα σου καὶ τὴν μητέρα ἵνα εὖ σοι γένηται καὶ ἵνα μακροχρόνιος γένῃ ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς τῆς ἀγαθῆς ἧς κύριος ὁ θεός σου δίδωσίν σοι
-- Exodus 20:12
τίμα τὸν πατέρα σου καὶ τὴν μητέρα ἵνα εὖ σοι γένηται καὶ ἵνα μακροχρόνιος γένῃ ἐπὶ τῆς γῆς τῆς ἀγαθῆς ἧς κύριος ὁ θεός σου δίδωσίν σοι
-- Exodus 20:12
