Story of nation, body, book
To the editor:
Imagine you run the entire world, but you are invisible. You want to tell everyone who you are and the purpose for their existence, but no one can see you.
The best way to talk to the world without them being able to see you is to pick a nation on earth that can speak for you. Not just one person, who will die in a hundred years, but an entire nation, so that it will last for eternity.
Do you love this nation more than anyone else? No, but what you do through them could be a portrait of who you are.
You could even find a way to make yourself visible for a while so you could train that nation what to do and say to the rest of the world.
What if you could even write a book explaining yourself? That would be fantastic! No more doubts about who you are and why the world exists.
You want desperately to show everyone that you are not cruel, but loving. Not harsh, but kind. Not quick to get angry, but extremely patient.
What if the world hates the nation you pick? What if the world tries to destroy it? What if the world tries to destroy you when you make yourself visible? What if the world tries to destroy the book you wrote to them?
Would you cry? Would you get mad? Would you get even? Would you destroy everybody? Would you give up and leave the planet?
No. That is not what you do.
Instead, you die for everyone, brutally, so that, even though the world is wicked to your nation, your body, and the book you wrote, they will still have another chance to make things right.
Do you ache for the world to see you? Yes. Do you long for peace and righteousness in the world? Yes. Do you have anything invested into this? Your very life.
Will this tug-of-war ever end between you and the world? Very soon.
Will you eventually save the ones who love you and destroy the ones who don’t?
After thousands of years of patience, yes, yes and yes.
Have you yet figured out why you exist? Look to the nation, the visible body, and the book, before it’s too late. Time is running out.
How do I know that? I looked at the nation, the body. And the book…