Ten years ago to the dayin the name of a prophet allegedly flouted in his honor, men committed the most unspeakable of crimes. They killed in this blind rage of the believer who feels offended if the object of his faith ever comes to be mocked. Caught in the fury of the ignorant who confuse the immanence of religion with the daily life of earthly existence, they took the lives of people guilty of nothing, except for having pointed out the misdeeds of any movement religious when it intends to govern the commerce of men according to concepts contrary to the very emancipation of thought.
Killing in the name of God is probably the most inane of crimes. The stupidest. The most contrary to the very spirit of the name for which it is committed. If religion is sometimes worthy of praise, it is because it allows us to inscribe and think about human destiny over the long term of eternity, in a relationship where the timeless supplants the real. Religion must be an exaltation of the soul which is thought of as a consecutive element of a destiny which surpasses it by a thousand places and refers it to considerations where the metaphysical is married with the spiritual.
Killing because someone had fun drawing the figure of a prophet or portraying him in a crude light amounts to profaning what the latter could have had most sacred in him: his capacity to offer men a haven in which to think. the very essence of his mortal condition. To assassinate a cartoonist in the name of the prophet is to bring the prophet back to the same level as his alleged blasphemer, that is to say to remove from him all transcendence to make him a vulgar object of worship. Remove all sacred character from it to transform it into a sort of voodoo doll likely to take offense at an act that is by nature insignificant since it is attached to the very contingencies of earthly life.
To think that Moses, Jesus, Mohammed or any other divinity could be offended by the publication of a drawing, however vulgar it may be, is to consider religion as a sort of commercial café where one would take as cash nothing. no matter what words are professed by a counter huckster whose foam of thought would go no further than beyond the stream of his own insignificance. To kill in the name of God is to kill God himself, to flout his greatness to give him the appearance of a neighborhood boss who is only just ready to cash in on the proceeds of his misdeeds.
By committing their crimes, the Kouachi brothers not only mourned the human community by attacking individuals whose only weapon was an army of felt-tip pens and pens, but they sullied the very essence of their religion, by leading to a sordid affair of settling scores between rival gangs. In doing so, they have confused their so-called faith with a sort of code of honor located a thousand miles from the aspirations of the true believer, who sees in religion an attempt to get closer to what by nature exceeds him, the very conditions of his passage on this Earth.
Religion, when it loses its transcendence and its sacred character, is, poorly used, the worst of cancers. It intends to govern human commerce according to archaic laws that clash with the true aspirations of the human heart. It is nothing but a series of prohibitions, deceptions, hypocrisies, a display of a force which rests on nothing except the weakness and impotence of individuals to take charge of themselves. If God exists, he doesn’t care about man and his destiny. He lets him act as he pleases, even if it means punishing him later.
To believe that a simple drawing could undermine his greatness is to lower him to the level of the human, of a finite being carried by ephemeral passions. It is therefore to discredit him, to cast opprobrium on him, to insult him, to denigrate him. A sort of reparation which should earn those who think in this way mockery and excommunications. Let us say it once and for all, God does not subscribe to Charlie Hebdo.
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Source: www.slate.fr
