Wormholes, Time Travel and the String Theory (not Lost)

To lend more useful faculties of myself to the duties I am paid for at work, I have decided audiobooks to be more fitting than real books (which demand every ounce of attention I can muster). Audiobooks are great, I think. I want to learn how to write more than anything in this world at the present moment. Also, I don’t like to read two fictional stories at one time (Harry Potter). And sure the rhythm and sound of words can help my ear, but at this time I feel that listening to some  non-fiction stuff would be more beneficial. So I did–and am. And this paragraph is a muddled explanation of why and what.

Yesterday I listened to Stephen Hawking’s addendum/revision to his seminal work A Brief History of Time (1988). The newer book is cleverly titled A Briefer History of Time (2005). Any review of either of these books will praise (or perhaps only mention) Hawking’s attempt to present the most pressing questions of physical science today in a succinct and understandable-to-the-layman manner. In fact, the preface of the more recent work explains that the aim of itself is to provide even more clarity, based on the response, than its predecessor. Thank God, right?

I don’t find it productive to speak on the marriage of science and religion, because in my experience, that’s a sort of thing that people’s words won’t change–unless there is some respect or something across the relationship of speaker and listener, maybe. So if you respect me, I find that every approach to religion, or more accurately to me “the spiritual”, must include everything we find in science. It’s a matter of truth on both sides. Science is merely observational, where the spiritual is experiential in an unscientific way. Well, I didn’t want to speak on it, but it happened.

One spotlighted truth I would like to mention is Einstein’s Theory of General Relativity; out of it comes this wonderful truth that I believe rests in harmony with my present view: because time moves at varying speeds in different spaces, every human lives by their own time. Simple, observational physics will teach you that two humans cannot exist in the same time-space, therefore we all have our own time. Sure, the difference is almost negligible to us because the difference in the speed of time is so slight, but there is still the truth. I don’t want to bring up any metaphor that may seem to add-to or segue into a spiritual thought from this because A) I’m sure you can do that on your own and B) I find it to be counterproductive.

This counterproductive quality is what I’ve given the most thought. My belief is that these scientific metaphors used to reflect spiritual truths are reprehensible. They aren’t metaphors but the truth. There is no division between science and the spiritual; that’s a manmade thing like the names we give these truths. Science singularly seeks a system of truths that will define our physical world. The spiritual does the same in our unseen world; only, most true seekers deny that a system of words will ever be able to define anything spiritual. The end to both, in our world of words, is a perfect mystery and mysteriously perfect.

The disgusting end of this is that scientists are still working toward more truth, where most religions have stopped seeking. They have their answers, to their minds. And all have these categorical mysteries that allow for the forfeiture of truth-seeking. To use my own, subscribed faith, we believe that God is in us (the amount of God in us differentiates, but that’s another discussion). Then we believe that Satan can give us thoughts in a way not unlike mind-control, but we deny this God in us to give understanding to these areas of mystery that we’ve conceded.

I agree that words cannot explain or induce final understanding of some mysteries, but I believe that truths can be found outside of words. With Jesus as my example, questions and true-seeking end fruitfully. Jesus always answered questions, and his answers were usually stories. And I’ve said it a million times, as those before me have also: story is the truest conduit of truth we have.

 

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