Days In

The joy of the return of Spring, it’s slow crescendo into Summer, these things, cicada’s, mountainous clouds, the sweet dry scent of a field beneath the warm sun.

Robyn still struggles to see the world as secular, without some defining intent, some defining rhythm, even though the best sense one can offer, makes it seem like this is all truly a natural occurrence not a crafted one. Terence was always hard on this point, doing the usual Atheist thing of demeaning those who see structured development in the universe, nobody likes Atheists, you never hear anyone say that, I am one though, but I don’t think they make for great people, there’s something very charming about the whole religion thing, not even that, just the possibilities, it provides some hope outside of what is observable.

There’s the idea that the knowable universe, for myself, involves only things I can show infront of it, I am limited to this world, this place, by the expanse between the encircling horizon, of course, I believe things exist outside of that, but being unable to observe with my own senses I cannot be certain.

Given the choice, I’d rather believe in a greater presence, I particularly like the Taoist way of thinking, this very simple idea that everything is connected, all things are the Tao, and the Tao is all things, because I can understand that in a very basic scientific manner, by talking about matter, atoms etc. I also like the idea that if you’re standing on earth, you can create a physical route between me and any other person standing on earth. I just like the concept of that I think.