Because Even Miracles Get Old…
[From a response to something on Facebook...]
I don’t deny the existence of anything except paradoxes–everything exists because everything else exists. Things either exist or they don’t exist. There’s no gray area of semi-existence as far as I know. I accept that people have “worshiped” various “deities” throughout time, but that doesn’t necessarily mean worship or the concept of deities have anything more to do with God than brushing your teeth and the tooth fairy.
Yes, transient refers to life and death, but also to memory and forgetting. The problem with the mind is that it doesn’t hold everything we want it to. We forget things, important things, as often as we remember them. There is no “self” that is always in our mind. Just the various belongings of self that float in and out of our mind field.
Further, I’m talking about God in a proper not a pop-spirituality sense. Everyone’s heard of God so they think they get it. Well, everyone’s heard of rocket science but atheists are like people who can’t see the commonality between arithmetic and calculus. As a child in Sunday school you learn that God is a person who loves personally, lives in a place and makes plans for us. As an adult, I should hope that our idea of God matures a bit.
The God of Einstein and his theory of relativity coexisted with no difficulty in him. Why do we have so much trouble marrying the idea of infinity with rationality?
Simply put, even if a shaft of light did erupt from the heavens, sicknesses were cured, water walked on (all these things have happened–atom bombs and lightning, polio cured, boats and moon walks respectively) people would still find varying explanations. The only reason we turn away from reality and seek metaphor is because we have grown so bored with the awesomely inexplicable and inexhaustible shaft of sensory brilliance that is existence itself.
Things existing is a supernatural fact, there’s no scientific way to determine why they do or don’t. Nothing should lead to more nothing, not something-ness. But instead, darkness has given birth to sight, minerals have given birth to touch, void has given rise to existence. Miraculous.
If these aren’t obvious signs of a reality exceeding our present understanding, then I’m at a loss to understand what constitutes awe at all.