Yesterday’s quote of the day has me rehashing my stance on science and spirituality. Having eschewed religion per se, I’ve maintained the theory that I am still a spiritual person. I think this was mostly due to my dogged pursuit of women, who want to feel secure that you are still spiritual. Because after all, the prevailing theory is that someone who is not even spiritual must have no morals, and would not flinch while tossing his baby over the railing of a cruise liner.
Recognizing this fallacy, and wanting no part of it, I have since eschewed spirituality as well. When people claim to sense things about the future, for example, my initial reaction is to write it off as delusion. Then when those things actually happen, I write it off as coincidence while others chalk it up to God, or providence, or whatever.
But when trying to know the unknown, people need to affix some causal connection to apparently supernatural events when our brains can find none. When we do that, the connection we create is inevitably wrong, but it creates a place for science to start.
Case in point: there was a day when people did not understand volcanoes. All they knew was that suddenly a mountain would explode, smoke and lava could come belching out, leaving a wake of death and destruction. What caused this? For thousands of years, Pele did. But the invention of Pele did not end our curiosity about volcanoes. Eventually we figured out the science of volcanoes, and the idea of Pele moved from spirituality into mythology.
Nature abhors a vacuum, and the human intellect does too. So we fill the vacuum of the unknown with spirituality, only for science to come along later and consume, leaving facts in its vicious wake.
But, I am left palms-up when trying to explain mysterious things that have happened to me. Here’s an example:
Once, I had a dear friend tell me about a séance she had just experienced where, with the help of a medium, she and her family contacted her dead sister. She explained that they used a method similar to a Ouija board for the dead sister to spell out messages. The messages were clear some times, and pure gibberish at others. When asked about the gibberish, the dead sister explained that it was the language they speak “there,” and that using English was very difficult. For some reason, I asked my friend to show me the gibberish. She did, and I saw long strings of consonants with no vowels.
Then I remembered that ancient Hebrew had no vowels in its written language. Within my own arm’s reach, I found a Strong’s Exhaustive Concordance, which has every Hebrew word used in the Old Testament, transliterated into English, and in a matter of minutes, I had reversed the consonants into Hebrew letters, tried to find spaces where one word started and the next began, and, I found a series of Hebrew words for every single phrase of gibberish. Some of the words seemed highly metaphorical, and some of the phrases could be interpreted to mean a lot of different things. But in a way, I felt as if I had interpreted the language spoken in heaven, which was apparently Hebrew.
Not your everyday ordinary experience.
But still I wonder. If someone were to produce *purposeful* gibberish, would I be able to do the same thing? Maybe Hebrew is flexible that way. But what of the actual phrases communicated via this Ouija-like gizmo? A parlor trick? Perhaps. Those messages seemed to be very soothing to members of a family who had just lost a loved one.
Maybe, and who knows. But it makes one wonder. And that wonder, which may be called spirituality, will lead to scientific exploration that may one day unravel the mystery. Maybe science will one day figure out what happens to us after we die, and the myth of spirituality will be replaced with facts. Until then, we have to, at times, settle on having a big question mark over our heads.
I, for one, will not invent answers to these questions. Nor will I accept other people’s inventions. I will patiently wait for facts to answer them, and I will no doubt die before many of them happen.
Maybe it is spiritual to simply accept that there are things you don’t understand, and to accept the questions without trying to affix an answer to it. If so, then I am spiritual.