I had been around. And I had slid. From an amused bemusement, past simple bewilderment, beyond all sophisticated skepticism to a lurching unquiet desperation.
A vocal cleverness has replaced the ancient ideal of a Learned Ignorance. Scrape the surface and nothing makes sense. So I sit on the side and agree to pretend.
It takes a Genius to answer: ‘Gravity makes the Apple fall’. And a Fool to ask: ‘Why does Gravity make the apple fall?’
Isaac Newton (1642–1727) wise, died a pious Catholic seeing no quarrel here between law, origin and purpose.
What was there before the ‘Big Bang’? And where did the Monkey come from that Man descends from?
If my body temperature changes by a measly 6 degrees F, I pass out. [I’m still looking for my ‘Consciousness’ in the rest of the range.]
So is the sky out there blue? Or is it right here, the electro-chemical rinse coursing along my neurons as I look?
The visible part of the Electromagnetic Spectrum is about a third of one percent. ‘Real’ seems a dodgy idea to me if my visibility blanks out at 0.3 %. [Where did the Universe go?]
Our rules of arithmetic repeatedly fumble at the ‘Measured Speed of Light’. So what does addition mean?
‘Ask the lady in the corner office’ says the annoyed Scientist. ‘These are questions below my pay-grade. Science is not designed to answer frivolous stuff like this’.
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