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FraternalLove
2011-Sep-10, Saturday 11:52 amIn the grand scheme of things, our humanly ideas of explaining the unexplainable are in baby land. In the past several hundred years we have developed so much advanced understanding of our known world. I have noticed that as humans once we make a discovery, we think we know it all. We wield each new knowledge fearlessly and sometimes wrecklessly, which is kinda cool, but sometimes kinda scary. For example: We can imagine things like space exploration and our first trips and how many precautions we took but still not enough for it to be terrifyingly dangerous and at times tragic. Our population can be introduced to someone who claims to be and the later is recognized as our Savior and we crucify him. We step back, revise and continue on forging new paths, making new discoveries and explaining the truth in new words. The edge of the flat world became a new continent that connected the circumference of the new orb.
We humans have two major groups of learners. We have the scientists who are brainy and insist on proven fact, and asertaining those facts by method of testing and prodding and poking until all other possibilities are expended and the new theory can be signed off on and patented and published as the all powerful truth of reason. The other group are zealots who study signs and messages and stories and worship and tradition that insist on some sort of magical creation that will never be fathomed by mere mortals and that we must follow this mantra with faith and obedience. Needless to say these two groups do not agree with each other.
Let me get back to the grand scheme of things. The known universe has been around existing for billions and billions and billions of years, maybe eternally even. We have been documenting and learning for a few thousand years. In relative terms we have been much more accurately learning for maybe a hundred years. It was Yuri Gagaran who was the first of us humans to venture into outer space and that was in April of 1961. As of April of 2010, a total of 517 humans from 38 countries have gone into space according to wiki. We are learning fast, but we are also infantile. I see our two study groups of determining ultimate truth and understanding as meaningful, loving children and I see our knowledge and beliefs as a toy that those two wonderful children fight over. They battle and grow apart. The come together in brief recognition and continue playing tug of war with our inner most desire for the deepest answers we all long for; the what does it all mean questions. Its mine. I am right. No, mine.
My soul, or perhaps something in my soul is both eteranal and infinite. I gave birth to these fraternal twins. I can feel that so I see them as they are. Warm loving children who just want their way because they think they know best and fight over it. They are both right in their own regards. They are both wrong in thinking one has to disprove the other to be the righteous. Why can’t they both be right and live symbiontically? Perhaps that is the harmony. Perhaps their competitiveness is what keeps them sharp and proactive. What I do in my heart is take my innermost desirous part of that toy away from the children and put it in my own safe place, hoping one day they will be ready to share and play together. I watch over both of them like a tender mother sitting patiently and kindly acknowledging both of them respectfully while knitting them each a pair of warm socks just in case the battle ensues out in the depths of winter.
We humans have two major groups of learners. We have the scientists who are brainy and insist on proven fact, and asertaining those facts by method of testing and prodding and poking until all other possibilities are expended and the new theory can be signed off on and patented and published as the all powerful truth of reason. The other group are zealots who study signs and messages and stories and worship and tradition that insist on some sort of magical creation that will never be fathomed by mere mortals and that we must follow this mantra with faith and obedience. Needless to say these two groups do not agree with each other.
Let me get back to the grand scheme of things. The known universe has been around existing for billions and billions and billions of years, maybe eternally even. We have been documenting and learning for a few thousand years. In relative terms we have been much more accurately learning for maybe a hundred years. It was Yuri Gagaran who was the first of us humans to venture into outer space and that was in April of 1961. As of April of 2010, a total of 517 humans from 38 countries have gone into space according to wiki. We are learning fast, but we are also infantile. I see our two study groups of determining ultimate truth and understanding as meaningful, loving children and I see our knowledge and beliefs as a toy that those two wonderful children fight over. They battle and grow apart. The come together in brief recognition and continue playing tug of war with our inner most desire for the deepest answers we all long for; the what does it all mean questions. Its mine. I am right. No, mine.
My soul, or perhaps something in my soul is both eteranal and infinite. I gave birth to these fraternal twins. I can feel that so I see them as they are. Warm loving children who just want their way because they think they know best and fight over it. They are both right in their own regards. They are both wrong in thinking one has to disprove the other to be the righteous. Why can’t they both be right and live symbiontically? Perhaps that is the harmony. Perhaps their competitiveness is what keeps them sharp and proactive. What I do in my heart is take my innermost desirous part of that toy away from the children and put it in my own safe place, hoping one day they will be ready to share and play together. I watch over both of them like a tender mother sitting patiently and kindly acknowledging both of them respectfully while knitting them each a pair of warm socks just in case the battle ensues out in the depths of winter.
