The Makings of a Tower: Leaving God Down in the Dust

The story has been passed down from father to son since the very beginning. It is the story of how the world came into being.

It is a wonderful tale full of beauty and hope. It tells of a Being beyond our world who stepped down and made all we can see out of nothing.

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Here’s the thing though, I’m not really sure how much of it I can believe.

I was not there.

I didn’t get to see the creation with my own eyes. How do I know if that is the way it all happened?

Then there’s the tale of how Cain killed his brother. We have heard the stories of how this Being flooded the entire world and only spared eight people.

Eight? Out of everybody?

A flood of the whole world? How do we know it was not localized? Seems a bit of a stretch for me.

If it were true, what would that say about this Being? He couldn’t handle that some people just wanted to live a little?

How petty is that?

So, like I said, I’m not even sure the stories are true. It seems like they were made up along the way to keep us in check. Somebody wanted to reign us in to keep the population from being too wild.

“Don’t go killing anyone. Remember what happened to Cain?”

“Make sure you wait for marriage for sex. Do not steal or lie. Remember how God flooded the world? Don’t want that on your shoulders do you?”

“Hey, He made the world and everything in it, probably should do what He says right?”

Pathetic really.

I think I’m going to be the master of my own destiny and do what I want.

There are a whole lot of us who feel this way. We think old great-grandpa Noah was a little bit off his rocker and he convinced his boys to keep the crazy story going.

Which is why we decided to build a tower. Not just any tower. We want it to be so tall you can see it from hundreds of miles away. It will scrape the sky.

Some of these pathetic sheeple (what a great term) want to keep looking to the heavens for guidance. Well, we will give them something to look to.

It will be a monument to how great the human race is. We will be held as our own gods in each other’s eyes. It may take a while for the idea to spread but within a generation I hope to see this idea of a greater being out of our regular conversations.

I hope to see everyone looking to the power within themselves for guidance.

Humans are cabable of love, comfort, justice, and we are a fine source of ever changing morality.

We don’t need a God.

Thats what this tower represents.

It’s already so beautiful!

As the tower raises higher into the sky, so does my hope for a better world. A world where we are gods of our own destinies. A world where we can choose what’s right and wrong, not having to follow the old stories.

Wait, there seems to be some confusion at the worksite. What’s going on? Whole groups of people are running around screaming at each other.

I don’t understand. This has never happened before.

This is no time for games! Why are they yelling rubbish words at each other?

This doesn’t make any sense! You there, stop! Stop! Don’t yell gibberish at me!

STOP!