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Post by subsidinginsanity on Aug 20, 2012 13:29:29 GMT
The physical universe is a never ending quagmire of mysteries. We solve one mystery and another takes its place. We solve one problem and another arises. We are constantly striving to solve these problems and mysteries that we perceive in our external world and most ignore the mystery within. Does this strike you as strange? It almost seems as though this place we call the physical universe is specifically designed to keep us so distracted by all the problems and mysteries that we never wake up. Agree? disagree? Share your thoughts.
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Post by gruntal on Aug 22, 2012 15:17:33 GMT
I am constantly amazed how all the early scientists were theologians. They theorized that studying the universe in it's most minute detail was not an affront to G*d, but merely an affirmation that you could never find anything anywhere that became a "charade" i.e. just a shell with nothing underneath it. It was good that they did that as it dispelled much ignorance. What is overlooked in modern times is that a rational explanation for everything does not segue into randomness. The universe is not flying apart; it seems to be drawn to come together. Those attractive forces exist as an enigma to entropy even as the Cosmos seemed dependent on them for it's very existence.
The ancient Cabala sought to codify that as a study in opposing forces that was the root cause of everything. It was superseded by technical manuals that enabled us to build bridges and sewing machines. But chasing after the physical, like searching for the end of the universe, was a contradiction in terms. If there was always something on the other side of the fence then fences were an abstract concept only invented by us. Understanding was actually a trip in the opposite direction. A journey none of us were able to actually embark on while still eating sleeping etc. And what good is an answer if it can only be appreciated when we are (physically) dead?
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