The Old Prophet went up into the mountains in search of God, and there he had a great Realisation.

And when he returned again to the tents of his people, they gathered round him and said, “Tell us, O Prophet, what manner of creature is this God?”

And he looked at them for a long moment, deep in thought.

And finally he said, slowly and unblinkingly, “God is a verb.”

And behold, the people bowed down and worshipped dictionaries.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 17, 2011, in Guff, Parables and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. Clever! And isn’t that exactly what would happen…..?

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  2. I am seriously blown away by this thought…

    Liked by 1 person

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