The Karma of the Barking Dogma
Some Hindus, Buddhists, Christians and Jews
Wondered what stories they should choose;
Even thought they’d already so many chosen,
They just didn’t want to keep notions so frozen;
So they met to merge the postulations into one,
Thinking that this might be a whole lot of fun.
“In our hypothesis, there is just the Only One.”
“Well, our conception is a multitude of many Some.”
“Well, we’ll partway meet: there’s only the Holy One”
“Nah, the odds of that are over three million to one!”
“Buddha of us was one, so of Gods there are none;
A human above all that now’s never seen by the sun!”
“Humph! Holy Jesus of our one God was His son!
He lit mankind’s darkness with light of the Sun!”
“No, Jewish Jesus was not of any nature Divine,
But was just a mere man much ahead of his time.
This you all should know, being there at the time.
Look at our history singing those biblical rhymes.”
“All is not real, so what is this great big fuss?
Retreat back to where it’s all at to slow the rush.”
“Oh God’s universe and creatures are so real
And that is why we’re making this very big deal.”
“In the afterlife, we in Hell or Heaven reside.”
“Not so fast, for in between these realms we lie,
And if you in this testing life don’t do so well,
You’ll have so many sub-human tales to tell.”
Reason arrived: “Possibility reigned way then back
‘Before’; there’s nothing even holy about all that.
‘Tis all made up, those many fabrications made,
So just let it all be, for this is what existence bade.