ON THE EXISTENCE OF GOD

© Paolo Bolzoni, 2025

On a stunning sunny day, a spaceship landed on the lawn of the White House, Washington, D.C.

Mr Truth, a charming octopus, Secretary General of the United Galaxies, opened the hatch, and announced the Good News live on world vision:

“My fellow biological creature, since billions of years, all intelligent species in the Universe know that God does NOT exist.

After the standard stuff of worshipping natural phenomena, sky objects, plants, animals, and anthropomorphic deities, the light finally shined.

After millions of galactic years of brainwashing, fanaticism, legends, myths, and superstitions, a fresh breeze cleansed our brain.

Our scientists proved beyond any doubt that the universe originated from what you call the Big Bang, or, with equal possibility, that the universe always existed.

We were pleasantly surprised when we noticed that your scientists came to same conclusion.

Of course, we do not know, and will never know, what was the Prime Cause of this wonder, but we accept that the creation really happened, and the universe really exists.

Holy Atom, we realised! God is in us, in the inner soul of our very being, WE are God!

All we need to do is to accept that we are who we are.

Wow! All biological creatures are the same, we are all equal, we are all one!

A new universal God descended on our minds, FREEDOM.

And free, in peace, we’ll live forever and ever.

My fellow biological beings, said Ambassador Truth, I leave you with the most wonderful love poem ever written by an earthling.

Treasure its words!”

He waived his eight tentacles, and took off.

Silence descended on Earth, while all living creatures lowered their heads, and wept.

PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY - 1819
LOVE’S PHILOSOPHY


The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix forever
With a sweet emotion

Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle
Why not I with thine?

See the mountains kiss high heaven,
And the waves clasp one another
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdain'd its brother


And the sunlight clasps the earth,
And the moonbeams kiss the sea
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

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