Original Sin

Hence, god made a "mistake" who created man and Satan rebelled. Then why religions are obsessed with the original sin of the man? Because it is wrongly understood. Satan appears in the arena at the same point that man appears on the stage. Satan is interwoven with human. Son of the God should pay back for the original sin of man. But it is supposed that the Son is a different entity from the man and He should pay for him. God sacrifices His own Son for the sin of man. Already Abraham should sacrifice his son for a promise to God. God had asked him to do such a sacrifice. But later god sent the angel to inform Abraham that it had been just a test of his faith and obedience towards the god. We are on the track of discovery of an old, an ancient story but otherwise a wisdom, a wisdom of the past by putting pieces of time tormented puzzle together. We have to figure out what could be the parts that we have not found but actually existed at the dawn of human civilisation in its recent and more sophisticated form. What man saw at that time that he recorded in this way, and it is full of inspiration for all humans on the earth through the history. Why so many passionate heads climb voluntarily on the gallows of history to defend different forms of this story without asking a reward and they become the most admired characters remaining on the hearts of humans century after century. Messiah says, "There is no original sin committed by man. It is 'mistake' of god in creation of man that has been interpreted wrongly as the sin of man." When you cut a piece of marble from the mountain to create a statue its empty place remains as a sin in the mountain; by chiseling out each piece that sin becomes greater. Your sin remains in the form of geometry of the created piece to the end of time. Your sin accompanies the beauty of  your creation. The hollow in the mountain screams to take your creation back and that hollow remains there as a wound. They both appear at the same point and intertwine together. The hollow seduce the beauty all the time and frighten him of going back to shapelessness that he had. RNA comes into the world not by the fear of hunger but by the fear that it has not a backup in the world if he suffers annihilation. Hence he creates himself again and again. He takes chemicals from the world and leaves hollow in their place. He weaves them like the most perfect artist, perfect with the whole meaning of the perfection. He weaves them with not even a slightest difference into his own form, by watching his beautiful face in the mirror of space-time and puts them in a corner of the gallery. This exhibition gallery is full of similar artworks, in shape, form and colors and shadings, but in the eyes of beholder who is the only lonely guest there, all are consummate of artifacts; all are masterpieces in splendour. Up is freezing cold and lacking the chemicals for the sculptor. Down is hot and molten. He occupies diligently, all that is possible to occupy, to the deepest down and to the highest up and extends the dominion of his creation. He is here to stay.