on imagining
As early as the sixth century BC, the Greek Xenophanes had cynically observed that the gods of Ethiopian were inevitably black with flat noses while those of the Thracians were blond with blue eyes. So, too, many centuries later both Giambattista Vico and David Hume had argued that it was a universal tendency among humans to explain unknown events in terms of other beings like themselves.
Van A. Harvey, Feuerbach and the Interpretation of Religion
A result of short musings after reading Dawkin’s The Blind Watchmaker at my dorm’s library. It does not immediately clear to me that other than the very strong link between me and the cultural aspects of the religion that has been taught to me all this years, this is more personal.
People grow. When we’re still kids at the elementary school, where religion was heavily biased towards its communal qualities (I grew up in a religious school), we were being dictated with the fact that there is no universal, definite visual representation of God. Even our prophet is frequently depicted as a glowing orb of light in our story book, and it seems no publisher dared to put God.jpg in their publishing software.
Of course, being a religious school, it was accompanied by frequent mocking by the teacher towards the vivid, long-bearded white man, humanistic God of the other religion. Being good students, we laughed. Some of us still laughed at that kind of bizarre punch. What, we’re laughing because other people visualize their God, and we’re proud because we don’t?
The bigger question is, don’t we?
I don’t want to postulate for I never actually asked people around me about this. When I was praying as a kid, it’s impossible for me not to imagine. Being restricted by the limitation of “hey, God is invisible, you know“, I imagined that me and my praying rug were floating in the space surrounded by stars, where each of the stars is as distant as others. Possible train of thoughts: “okay, people told me that God is invisible, I think He’s somewhere in the space, but because He’s invisible I can only see the stars beyond Him.”
Of course, now that I’ve learned college-grade physics and astronomy, it seems silly. Being growing up, I (along with others around me) constantly updates that image. I encountered new ideas on how am I supposed to imagine God and ideas that basically told me imagining God isn’t essential on the first place. Conflicting, yet exciting at the same time. However, it seems that (self-labeled religious) society subscribes to the notion that being religious means showing communal activities and generally frowns upon personal discovery. Point taken.
But that’s me. I don’t suppose the majority of people in my home country imagine that in their praying state. Some may think other scenes, such as all-white, The Matrix Reloaded-ish room. Some who frequently come to the mosque may imagine that very place, minus the people around them. Some, I dare say, can’t really handle whimsical or otherworldly scenery might actually visualize Him as a person.
Which, considering my ethnic background, I doubt would be a blue-eyed, blonde twenty-something guy.