But this isn't their God, she decided. It's my God. This is a God I have found through sacrificing my own life, through my flesh being cut, my skin ripped off, my blood sucked away, my nails torn, all my time and hopes and memories being stolen from me. This is not a God with a form. No white clothes, no long beard. This god has no doctrine, no scripture, no precepts. No reward, no punishment. This God doesn't give, and doesn't take away. There is no heaven up in the sky, no hell down below. When it's hot, and when it's cold, God is simply there.
by Haruki Murakami
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The speaker reveals a deeply personal understanding of God, contrasting it sharply with traditional depictions. They emphasize that this is a God shaped by suffering and sacrifice, reflecting their unique experiences. Rather than adhering to common religious symbols or doctrines, this God transcends conventional boundaries, lacking a specific form or dogma.

This portrayal suggests a deity that exists in the present, indifferent to concepts of reward or punishment. Instead of conventional afterlife beliefs, the speaker acknowledges God's perpetual presence, felt through all conditions—hot or cold. This understanding of God encapsulates the rawness of personal sacrifice and the absence of traditional religious comforts.

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