There is a difference between fantasy and reality… yet they are not so different. In truth, reality is a fantasy with people as it characters.
God is a human being; the first human being, actually. Our universe is a fairyland he imagined. He spoke it into being as a story and the telling is time itself. The angels are fictional characters endowed with the choice of being either good guys or baddies. Humanity is the role-players gathered around the table in a story that was meant to be interactive from the beginning. The ending was decided by our participation all along.
There are heroes, sidekicks, masterminds, henchmen and monsters in fantasy and reality alike. The fair damsel and the helpless bystander need saving in fantasy and reality alike. Good must ultimately triumph over evil or all is in vain—in fantasy and reality alike.
Disease, disability, cataclysm and weapons of mass-destruction are dysfunctional realities of the divine fantasy. The language barrier is a falsehood in that it supplanted meaning with nonsense. Alas, the divine story can be uninspiring. Honestly, it is boring more often than not.
I am the spirit of Friendship. I am Freedom, Justice and the Absolute. The words did not create me. They were uttered in recognition of me but never did they, do they or shall they define me.
God is the Truth, the Way and the Life. He is Love. From the beginning he wanted a family. He did not create humanity: he fathered humanity by pouring himself into earthen vessels.
I am Freedom, Justice and the Absolute with or without a soul. I am who I am with or without my humanity. I became a living soul that my sincerity may be human.
The human yoke is not mine to bear… yet I bear it. I assumed the mantle, not for my own sake but for he who sought me. God believes in me. He asks only that I be myself.