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For the love of God

First they gave the physical appearance of man to Him.  They gave Him our hue and variations. To give Him power and awe us, they increased certain capabilities, appendages, arsenal, power over beasts...
Then they dressed Him like us. Then they gave Him human traits, likes, dislikes, moods, rage, wisdom... All the traits that we feel to have and yearn for more.And they feed Him, bath Him and sing praises of Him. In other they personify Him! That cannot be right.
Some force which is way beyond our capability, wisdom and power donning our same traits and attire? And the 'boys club' that propagate and encourage these thoughts and beliefs? Or do they have vested interest?
You build a wall of superiority complex around you. You tell yourself it is for the masses who are not as enlightened as you. It is a point of reference for them to focus and understand something quite abstract like the arts. You do not need intermediaries to connect to Him as He is supposed to know your thoughts and even intentions, so why need middle men to put forward your requests? Just cut the red tape.
Why hail all our salutations when He is there to protect you? Or punish you too (the loving one?)? Why the formalities? Cut the crap.
But you tell yourself that you are one notch above normal being. That you understand the ridiculeness of the above and they are all symbolic. It is to help an average man who cannot fathom the concept of Nature, God and Universe. Just like it take certain finesse to appreciate something as abstract as art and beauty.

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