I sometimes wonder, where science became the initiator of reductionism; the 'art' of denying the Great Mystery of the Foutain of Life. The reductionist or empiricist, will almost always shoot down any notion of something mysterious; the 'feeling' of something nostalgic/ sad/ happy or those other feelings that can't be explained, bubbling up from inside at the mere thought of the possibility that; maybe...just maybe, science can't and will never explain some things in this complex fractal universe of ours.
A simple dwarf star emmits a mutlitude of radiation into it's surrounding space of 9 planets; some of this radiation penetrates the atmosphere of the third planet and falls onto its salty ocean. Nearby, on the edge of the landmass, sits a male Homo sapiens overlooking the event; the radiation reflecting from the ocean surface, penetrating his retina, sending electro-chemicals to his brain; and something happens in this male Homo sapiens...he 'feels' an achy warmth surrounding his 'heart' that stirrs him to shed tears as he gazes at the dancing diamond glaze; he 'misses' his female companion who died two years before, this being the spot where he asked her to be with him forever. He hasn't been interested in any other females ever since, and was at that moment contemplating of jumping off the edge of the landmass, ending his 'sufferring'; but alas, he turns around at the thought of causing his offspring - his little boy - more suffereing...
How does this empirically explain the 'selfish gene'? Better yet: why does a hippopotamus - filmed in South Africa - risk its own safety by chasing away a crocodile which attacked a little entelope, and sit by it, lifting the head of the entelope with its own, untill the entelope dies of its wounds?
There are many more such mysteries on this lonely 'third' planet in the vast universe of parts; mysteries that point a finger past the veil of illusion that blinds us from the Light that cast all these shadows; our collective mind being the leaves of the tree through which this Light shines.
Science is the study of these shadows; the study of the world above water, and reductionism being te side effect of failing to acknowledge the vast world beneath the surface. Science is only the one leg of understanding Being; the other leg, is the study of the Great Mystery.
A simple dwarf star emmits a mutlitude of radiation into it's surrounding space of 9 planets; some of this radiation penetrates the atmosphere of the third planet and falls onto its salty ocean. Nearby, on the edge of the landmass, sits a male Homo sapiens overlooking the event; the radiation reflecting from the ocean surface, penetrating his retina, sending electro-chemicals to his brain; and something happens in this male Homo sapiens...he 'feels' an achy warmth surrounding his 'heart' that stirrs him to shed tears as he gazes at the dancing diamond glaze; he 'misses' his female companion who died two years before, this being the spot where he asked her to be with him forever. He hasn't been interested in any other females ever since, and was at that moment contemplating of jumping off the edge of the landmass, ending his 'sufferring'; but alas, he turns around at the thought of causing his offspring - his little boy - more suffereing...
How does this empirically explain the 'selfish gene'? Better yet: why does a hippopotamus - filmed in South Africa - risk its own safety by chasing away a crocodile which attacked a little entelope, and sit by it, lifting the head of the entelope with its own, untill the entelope dies of its wounds?
There are many more such mysteries on this lonely 'third' planet in the vast universe of parts; mysteries that point a finger past the veil of illusion that blinds us from the Light that cast all these shadows; our collective mind being the leaves of the tree through which this Light shines.
Science is the study of these shadows; the study of the world above water, and reductionism being te side effect of failing to acknowledge the vast world beneath the surface. Science is only the one leg of understanding Being; the other leg, is the study of the Great Mystery.
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