The Fairytale Universe
I have had moments when thinking about eternity and God and heaven when the complete “otherness” and strangeness of it hits me. Not strangeness in the sense that I disbelieve it, but in that it’s all so different than anything I have experienced. I understand why an unbeliever would call it a fairytale.
But then I think of the fairytale I’m living in now.
I didn’t exist, and then I did – just like the universe itself. We move bodies of matter through space with our minds. Space? What is that anyway? Or matter, for that matter? And don’t get me started on “time.” (A theory/B theory anyone?)
Then there’s gravity, and energy, and magnetism. Why, it’s practically… magical.
Humanity started out with the earth. There we were, marooned in the universe on a rocky green and blue island in space with nothing but rocks, trees, grass, and the duck-billed platypus. And then there we are on the moon. THE MOON, PEOPLE! We built devices and dropped them on Mars and Titan, flew by Neptune and taken pictures of galaxies as numerous as the stars in our sky.
Through math we know the orbit of every planet in our solar system 1000 years in the past, and a 1000 years in the future. In other words, we have been given a tiny piece of information about the future. What is this prophet we call math? Using numbers to understand the skies? It sounds too amazing to be believed.
Our problem isn’t that spiritual realities are unbelievable, it’s that we have taken the material reality for granted.