THE GENESIS OF A SOUL

         “As you say,” Gordon said. “I feel we need to make good use of this opportunity, however, for none of us ever believed that we would be allowed into your abode. We feel honored to sit before you this day. Please, if there is a mystery we must first unveil, it is you. Tell us more about yourself. The last time some visiting emperors inquired from me useful information about you, I was dumbfounded. Was Tamac truly your father? Had you an encounter with supernatural powers when you were but twenty four years of age? Did you receive a vision from God to relocate to this place? Please, we want to hear these things from your own mouth.”
     “Questions upon questions. But these are the last sort that I expected from you today. Still, I will provide answers. You know me as Theophilus Tamac, a once philosophical man who was made insane by inexplicable realities. Yes, I know that is how you see it. And yes, my name is Theophilus Tamac, but I am a mortal son of an immortal father. I am made an earthly creature by a heavenly creator. A breathing being, and a thinking man, I am but a custodian of knowledge, the knowledge of truth—not that I know all things. It is only because my very nature is curiosity. You see, I possess the craving to know all things.
     “As to my origin, I emerged as a flash, suddenly, like a dream at night. Th is dream has lingered longer than other dreams, and I am still hoping to wake up someday.” He laughed. “My origin is a mystery, even to me. It is the strangest thing, as strange as the emergence of the first atom or the scientific birth of everything from nothing.”
     Cosmos felt at once awed and disgruntled by these words. “Please, Sir, your origin cannot be a mystery, not in this age of enlightenment where science has ascertained almost everything. I know when Homosapiens first emerged on earth and that we are all here as a result of reproduction. This is not a mystery any more. Explanations are possible even for the formation of the universe.”
     Theophilus shook his head. “You are talking objective science, but I am making subjective conclusions. By origin, I am not referring to that of my so-called ancestors but of myself. If I did not exist, there would have been no knowledge of life, no ape-like primeval fathers, no evolving creatures . . . no big bang such that science reveals. You speak of the material. I speak of essence.”
                      (Excerpted from Beyond the Veil, (c) Udeme Ralph, 2013)

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