Short Story: God and madness

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For all of his long life, Charles Lansfrod, had been searching for God. He found, though, that the searching was destroying his life, and sending him mad, as well. The lack of success, linked to his need for real proof, of God’s existence to himself, seemed impossible for him to obtain, and the pain of his not finding God, was sending him mad. He went to a psychotherapist, named Arthur Quickgilt, who endeavoured to help him to move past his stuckness on his point of wanting to find God, before he would commit to anything else in his life, at all. It was God, or nothing, it seemed, but the nothing side was killing him, and driving him nutty. The therapist asked him these two questions: “What is the point of life, anyway, one useless pursuit after another, and then trying to fill in the hours of the day, with useless doings of some sort, or another, too?” “What is the point of God, but to point you towards love, as are all events in your life do too, and yet love never exists at all for you, until you create it within yourself, and then and only then can, and will, God come alive to you within yourself then too.” “Who are you to God, if God is nothing to you, but an object of your search?” Charles grimaced, and answered: “If I were worthy of God, would I be worthy to myself?” “If God were worthy to me, would I be worthy to him?” “God is essentially dead to me, because I am dead to myself.” The counsellor smiled, and replied: “If I am dead to both God, and to myself, what is the answer to this? “The answer is not an answer, because no answer can/would be accepted.” “Just step out of your old self, and into the self that God has recreated you to be, that shines from God in you because love is now alive, not dead in you." “Love life and live; hate life and you are as good as dead already.” Charles paid over his $120 fee, for the half-hour chat, and he never came back to that therapist again. He knew that the guy had spoken the truth to him, and yet, he just could not accept that truth, nor run with it in his life. He marked time then, for the rest of his life, not moving from his spot, of his search, because he was stuck to the searching, not wanting to see that the answer was always right under his feet already. Such stubbornness is a form of madness indeed! Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Stuckness can sometimes just be stubbornness.