All I know is that it is impossible for me to behold the natural world without seeing the hand of God – and that I stop myself there, because everything after that is dogma and schism and debate. The questions get in the way. The questions are natural; the questions are right and necessary, but annoyingly human....Read the whole thing here.
Before I slept I realized that perhaps my place in the scheme mattered less than the fact that I was part of it, and that was enough. Better to accept the latter than obsess on the former.
Of course: tricks and gimmicks and bromides and palliatives ginned up by a brain equipped to rationalize away its own pointless demise. Whatever. All I know is that I do not exactly tremble at the idea that students should set aside a class period to question the origins of the universe. Pens down, notebooks away, drop your cynical carapaces, and ask: this, from what? And why?
Indeed!
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