Jan 17, 2009 01:00
There is something in the world, in the earth's atmosphere maybe, some kind of unknown chemical - or maybe something that some people, many many people, are allergic to that makes them act in a strange way.
Art. What is it? Why do we make it? Why do we seem predisposed to recognize it when we experience it, but never know how to explain what it really is?
If there is some kind of god, you will find it wherever all the facets of art overlap. It seems like they comprise everything, and if ever anyone could find the true connection there, logically, that would be the nexus in which an omniscient being could exist.
You see, just now, I thought I had a plausible, simple answer. I was all set to type it out, but it took just one additional moment to think up a half dozen contradictory arguments as to why my answer was not quite there - partially right, but missing something.
Its all almost enough to, if only for a heartbeat, make you appreciate where the notion of Intelligent Design is coming from. It is really actually quite understandable that some people would need to have an answer, an answer that makes it ok not to know, an answer that is not knowing. It's almost reasonable; it almost makes sense. But it is not, and it does not. A true answer can never be the suspension of knowledge, so I guess I will just keep thinking.
The universe has not been solved tonight - at least not by me.