Maq Masi Blog

Was it the moment your lungs first filled with air, or when your parents’ DNA combined, shaping the potential of you? Were you born when your heart started beating in the quiet darkness of the womb, or when your first conscious thought sparked into existence?

Did your true birth happen when you first experienced the full range of human emotions, from joy to despair, or when you began to ponder your place in the world? Were you born the moment someone loved you, or the instant you learned to love yourself?

“Am I a flicker in time’s endless flow,

Or a spark from a flame that will never go?”

But if we ask these questions about ourselves, could we not ask the same about God? When was God born—or has He always been? Was He born in the moment of creation, when the universe exploded into existence, or did He exist long before time itself?

If humans conceived the idea of God, does He exist solely within our minds, or does He transcend our understanding and exist in realms beyond our comprehension? Was He born in the scriptures, in whispered prayers, or in humanity’s need for purpose amid chaos?

“Is God a breath from eternity’s shore,

Or the silence before there was more?”

If God has always existed, how can something have no beginning? Did He create Himself, or is the concept of creation meaningless to something eternal? If God has always existed, is existence itself a form of birth, repeating infinitely through every life, every soul, every star igniting in the cosmos?

If there is no God, was existence itself the accidental birth of meaning from meaninglessness? And if God was born, who or what came before Him? Does the answer lie in some divine mystery, or is the question itself beyond human understanding?

Perhaps, like life itself, God is constantly being born—not in a moment long past, but in every act of wonder, love, and creation. Maybe He is born anew each time someone asks these very questions, seeking answers in the infinite unknown.

“In each heartbeat, a beginning anew,

God and life intertwined, each moment true.”

So, when were you really born?

And when was God truly born?

Maybe both answers lie not in the past, but in the ever-unfolding journey of existence, where meaning is discovered, lost, and rediscovered—again and again, without end.