Before God, We Were One
Long before the word "God" was ever whispered, and long before religion built its first altar, humans walked the earth as hunters and gatherers. They lived not by scripture, but by instinct—hunting to eat, roaming to survive. And here’s the remarkable part: they rarely fought among themselves. Not because they were saints, but because they saw their needs as one and the same. Food, shelter, safety—these were universal truths, not sources of division. In that raw, untamed world, humanity was ethical, united, and non-threatening to itself.
Then came the idea of God. And with it,
religion.
What followed was not salvation—but
separation. Humans were divided in the name of God, subdivided in the name of
sects, and micro-divided in the name of caste and creed. Walls were built where
none had stood. Enemies were made of neighbours. And suddenly, blood was no
longer just blood—it was Hindu blood, Muslim blood, Christian blood, high-born
or low-born blood.
Before religion, we were one tribe.
After religion, we became many.
Yet here is the truth we refuse to see:
the colour of our blood has never changed. When we are born, the world calls us
an infant. When we die, the world calls us a corpse. Every identity in
between—every label, every division, every “us vs. them”—is nothing more than a
poorly conceived illusion. A story written to keep the few thriving while the
many stay divided.
We were never
meant to be fragments. We only forgot we were whole.
M.L.Narendra Kumar
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