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Gordian Knot

Star Spangled Mystery

Our universe: Our star spangled Gordian knot

These days, we have no stellar Alexander around to cut it for us, though lots of scientists (astronomers and physicians in the main — along with the odd mathematician) are busy wielding swords of one kind or another in their attempts to do just that.

All in vain, methinks.

For we don’t really KNOW, do we? How it all began, I mean, and how it all might end. Is it God breathing out (still sneezing his Big Bang) and God breathing in at the end — the collapse and vanishing of everything into one huge Godly lungful?

Or are we dealing with two hundred parallel universes?

Is mathematics really the tool to decide true or false? Is it really the language of God as some maintain?

Does any religion get it right, or are they all just guessing (or just in it for sweet crowd control)?

I think something’s wrong. Terribly wrong.

Doesn’t the amount of suffering on this planet alone (for I assume that not only do we have a trillion, trillion, trillion earth-siblings out there, but that suffering is not foreign to them either) kinda tell us that something has gone terribly, terribly wrong?

Doesn’t it tell us that some gun was indeed loaded, after all. Very loaded. Blew our brains and collective memory right out; and now we’ve forgotten how we got here — completely.

We can’t even remember being born, much less previous lives; or the names of our true childhood suns.

So, we shrug: it’s all a mystery, innit?

For looking up and out we see massivenesses and distances and numbers that only serve to utterly overwhelm.

And looking down and in we see smallnesses and distances and numbers that, again, only serve to overwhelm (thirty sextillion air molecules in each human breath, for example — I know, I’ve counted).

So, to keep our weary brains from exploding, we tell ourselves best just focus on the here and now, here on Earth, here on my block, my apartment, my fridge, my bed, and let someone else worry about the rest. Some Alexander or other.

I’ll vote for him should he come along.

P.S. If you like what you’ve read here and would like to contribute to the creative motion, as it were, you can do so via PayPal: here.

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