Once upon a time-space continuum
an illusory universe flickered briefly
into existence.
In a distant corner of that illusion
there was a small blue-green planet
onto which evolved a life-form
that thought of themselves
as the centre of that universe.
Simultaneously, and separated
only by a mathematical concept,
endless other universes existed,
in which infinite illusory probabilities
played their variations
on a cosmic theme.
On the small blue-green planet
people invented gods
that gave power and control to some,
and death and servitude to others.
The various gods demanded exclusivity,
and abhorred tolerance,
preferring instead
sacrifice, obedience,
blind acceptance, and, often,
death.
Death was eagerly embraced,
and seen as an entry
to the magical kingdoms
of the multitudinous gods:
rewards for the faithful.
The history of the god inventors
was filled with strife,
with war and persecution,
with demonising of others,
with marginalising of many,
with famine in the midst of plenty,
with hardship for billions,
while thousands lived
a fantasy of obscene luxury.
A few controlled,
while the mass bowed servile heads.
One day Brahman blinked a cosmic blink,
and our illusion brushed against
one of the countless others,
and everything changed,
as Reality dawned
in a better Now.
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