Where can I go?

Where is God?

Stop and answer the question honestly. Where? Before you read any further.

Your answer matters deeply to how you view the world.  Because

If you answer by saying "everywhere,"

Then it presents an interesting paradox.

When you are moving away from God- aren't you actually moving towards Him?

Logically, I suppose there is no "away."

But this is all in relation to the answer that God is everywhere.  So you can go about trying to answer the question in a myriad of other ways that all seem to make sense to you, rational, logical sense.  But then again, you have to ask yourself another unpleasant question. Are you, the finite, ever supposed to comprehend the infinite?

Does your question even matter?  If you were ever to receive the answer or witness the answer or approach the answer headlong on the street, would you ever accept it?

When Nietzsche wrote that God is dead and we have killed him. There is no such thing as not believing in God.  You don't believe in God, you believe in another God, some other dictate or divine principle with which to live by, there is no killing God, there is only killing of a concept.

And even Concepts struggle to die, remember when we all thought everyone believed the world was round?  Flat earth lives on.  You go into space, you expand your view, you see for real, you kill the concept for no one but yourself and the ones who someday follow you.

The idea is that the enlightenment killed the possibility that one should believe in God.

Mine, idea of that same thought is not belief should ever go away, but as with knowledge, belief ought to expand with it.

Every day we die and come back new, in some sense, our old concepts, our old framework becomes unfeasible and we begin to enter into new life- often without a relatable structure- a veritable wilderness as some Israelite author tried to convey in the "Exodus."

We all are leaving something. A new exodus that the enlightenment has allowed and we must not allow for the death of God, but rather embrace the death of ourselves, for the sake of being reborn into new knowledge, new information, new experience.

Some grave conviction of mine is to continually be in a state of leaving.  And so as I leave the God that we have tried to define, I intend to draw closer to the real him, as well.

One can never leave the infinite, they can only condemn themselves to not seeing it exists deeper and farther outside one's self than they can imagine.  Let that logic prevail and we will see that the concrete has always been beset by mystery.  And this is the God that lives- the God of what we know, what we will know, and what we will never know.