Staring into the great abyss of the unknown

In the beginning something did happen. The question is what happened in the beginning. Do we know what happened, any of us, or are we all dead wrong about it. Something did happen, there can be no doubt about that. The world came into it's orbit becoming a life sustaining platform some how in some way.  

 

Suppose we could trust no one to explain it to us. Suppose to trust the mind of mankind, however guided by science, reason, by religious revelation, was to be naïve and all of these tools were useless. Suppose knowing that far back in history was challenged by the inadequacies and lack of sophistication of human thought at the time to pass the truth on to us accurately through religion or historical writings or any other tool we now have.

 

If language was then in it's infancy. If communication was limited to limited means of story telling. If our knowledge of the world came then in the form of earlier mythological accounts. If what these unsophisticated minds thought they were seeing in the world came falsely because of myth then nothing could be passed along accurately.

 

Then religious revelation was a concocted story, nothing more, to name phenomena beyond the scope of our awareness. If it’s ideas then were purely myth suggesting thereby then, by these implications, that the truth of the identity of who we are would still remain open-ended.

 

If the origination of our curse as people (original sin ) didn’t come from what happened in a garden. If a beguiling serpent didn’t tempt us and lead us to the ugly side of our nature. If sins causes, that haunted our ancestors and haunt us, were simply speculative stories aiming to try and understand the cause of sin and understand the unknown then these writers were simply trying to put the unknown in perspective.

 

Science as well probably doesn’t account for the first cause but only has certain pieces of the puzzle unlike the overconfidence in supposedly a coherent tell all account.

 

Might there yet be a mastermind behind the created order if we do have so some much of it all wrong. If none of these explanations, entrenched in our civilization, are worthy of our complete and total and utter confidence. Does the resulting answer therefore, if we’re open-minded, leave truth to be an entirely open-ended question in our world?

 

The uncertainty of our existence is a puzzle that is utterly unknown therefore. Dare we envision the truth by life’s very terms, on this very day as we sit here reading this now, to be something left then open to nothing short of unfathomable potential possibility? As much as we can in all our potential energy speculate about it life would then remain a mystery on a scale of infinite size!

 

Perhaps our speculation fails us because we’re mortal and something beyond us is immortal or perhaps not. The unknown is the stage we all walk on and it’s grandeur  deserves more then the dulling down of it that we repeatedly reduce its potential size and possibility to. The truth is we don’t know the truth. We are as of yet pilgrims adrift in the sea of the universe wondering about reality.

 

Standing before the vastness of this universe, susceptible to many dangers in the ideological struggles that are shaping our world and our personality, we walk along on an orbiting ball. Our minds are capable of great acts of love and mercy, mental explosions of temper and blame, calculated acts of revenge, cruelty and violence. The stars above us remind us as we struggle on of the infinite outer reaches all lying hidden beyond us.

 

When man speaks to us in this confusion he/she reminds us of the many human beings lined up to speak to us and convince us they are miniature authorities (like me) and can guide our agreeable minds onward. We are continually being shaped by an orators skills. We are guided by his/her council, lifted up by a familiar belief system, inspired by stories, lulled into conformity to the grandiose supposed understandings of our world.

 

As we watch and listen and as our minds race and face maybe demonic traps that entice many of us to destructive ends. As we rise contrarily to that destructiveness to acts of compassion, forgiveness or mercy. As nature, chance, and uncertainty itself confront us. When we're reminded then of the hospital wards being the places we will spend our final hour in. As we then see the windswept cemeteries along the streets inside our cities we will rot in.

 

As time moves and tragedy strikes.As familiar faces pass hopefully we breath in some of life’s blessings standing before an ocean sunset, a quiet creek, talking with a loved one by cherishing their every whim.

 

Hopefully we look around us now and dare to believe something could be behind the chaos we sometimes know or see. As hard as open-mindedness can be in a world of unclear ideas and reoccurring horror lets try to believe that good may overarch our lives. If we can hope for it let us try to see by that hope, or faith, that somehow the world might be in good hands. Maybe in time, after all else is said and done, it could ultimately prove to be so.

 

If we go to our graves and know nothing of anything else at least let our consolation be that we go back into the course of the beauty of creation.

 

The truth to where we really go is it now carved in stone. Our existence in the present and future is worthy because of the unknown therefore of all types of intellectual curiosity, great wonderment and open-ended speculation. Dou to life’s strangeness our hope while living here in this world is just as possible as anything else. Impossibility could have been once said of the possibility of anything emerging into this state at all but yet here it all is and we are here to prove it.