We Sit Atop the Tower Babel, Fearless and Alone.

Welcome to Babel version 2.0

Weary we rest, the tower rebuilt, and a universal scientific language desperately tries to coalesce the minds of all who would listen; “…and this they begin to do: and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.”  From the tower floors we search, be it jets cascading the gentle cloudy sky, to satellites drifting through the silent shadows of the moon, from behind the lens of the Hubble Space Telescope searching the oldest light in the universe, and through distant radio transmissions of the space craft Voyager carrying with it a golden record of our short existence thus far in the cosmos.

 

In a book of fear: fear of a jealous lord god, fear of capricious divine power, and fear of eternal consequence for the simple crime of thought, we have a case quite startling. Does god fear humanity, it’s own creation? Does god really have the power to will the universe into existence, yet tremble when human kind reaches for the clouds? Does god fail to posses knowledge that even though humanity could reach the earthly sky and beyond, they would never find him? How trivial, the impulse to destroy and scatter, I declare this “creator of worlds.”

Genesis 11: 1-9 New Revised Standard Edition

“1 Now the whole earth had one language and the same words. 2 And as they migrated from the east, they came upon a plain in the land of Shinar and settled there. 3 And they said to one another, “Come, let us make bricks, and burn them thoroughly.” And they had brick for stone, and bitumen for mortar. 4 Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower with its top in the heavens, and let us make a name for ourselves; otherwise we shall be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.” 5 The LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which mortals had built.”

“6 And the LORD said, “Look, they are one people, and they have all one language; and this is only the beginning of what they will do; nothing that they propose to do will now be impossible for them. 7 Come, let us go down, and confuse their language there, so that they will not understand one another’s speech.” 8 So the LORD scattered them abroad from there over the face of all the earth, and they left off building the city. 9 Therefore it was called Babel, because there the LORD confused the language of all the earth; and from there the LORD scattered them abroad over the face of all the earth.” 

 

To the human authors of the “good book”, or its many strikingly similar competitive tomes, the sky and the stars were the limits, the ends of existence, and one of the few places divine beings could hide.  

 

Job 22:12-14 New Revised Standard Version

“Is not God high in the heavens? See the highest stars, how lofty they are! Therefore you say, “What does God know? Can he judge through the deep darkness? Thick clouds enrap him, so that he does not see, and he walks on the dome of heaven.”

 

Ancient humans feared and worshiped the powers of the earth, grovelling before the infallible will of nature, prophesied misunderstood physical phenomena, and sacrificed life to appease the wages of disease and death for they were the thrones of the gods.

 

Ancient-Ruins-stock3128The sinful compulsion to build a tower towards the heavens was absent in the commonplace nature of the animistic or polytheistic gods “inhabiting” the physical world of early humanity. Gradual understanding that earth was not the embodiment of many gods but the possible creation of one paired with the creation of the scientific method led to an omnipotent, omniscient,and deceitful recession beyond the sky and into the stars.

 

To the ignorance of science, god has receded, behind the veil of the creation, and forever shrinking as our tower grows taller. Our languages are disappearing as our civilization dances with unification through economics and communication; our boundaries are fading as the lines drawn by ego driven kings and men of cloth cease practicality. As the grains of sand fall through the intersection of a glass infinity the desperate cries of martyrs and the pious grow feverish as more see the true bloody colors of a benevolent future.

 

As an active unbeliever in a world of woo Chris has decided to record through blogs his rants, raves, rage, and destruction. Having never been a believer Chris was raised openly by a jew and a presbytarian. Early on he saw the hypocrisy, inconsistency, and most of all, the absurdity of a supernatural explanation for “Life, the Universe, and Everything.” As a practicing Engineer and a self professed man of science, with a perverse love of the literary bizarre, Chris entreats thee; journey with him into the realm of the mind.

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