Why did science become a disease? How did a natural curiosity become an invasive rape of the human imagination?

 

We were discussing physics in the late afternoon, there wasn't a breath of wind in the air. She claimed that her recent studies of physicis had taken her as close to an philisophical nihilism as she had ever come. She felt closer at this time, than ever, to believing we were nothing more than particules suspended in space without any meaning, and drawing towards making the imaginative concrete.

 

Well, what if one said that we were a living tapestry of light and colour, all made of a wave that could be said to be made of invisible jewels of energy, that danced and moved together as if stirred by a cosmic wind? If we were an ocean of this light? What then, irrespective of the reasons for being, should a person be feeling nihilstic about.

 

What is it about the language of science that leaves our hearts cold, and our thoughts lifeless, listess. What is it about two phrases that can have complete contradictory effects on the mind, while saying essentially the same thing.

 

What is presupposed in the language of science, is clarity. Underlying this, is the concept of control. With a momentus effort of ego we have pushed back the seething wave of energy that is the universe, packed into plastic, labelled and pinned the stars. There is precious little beauty in the language of iron, because subjectivism is a crime in science. Unfortuntately for us, as people, subjectivism is another way of speaking of individuality, individuality is the little twist that a perception of reality experiences everytime a new human being is born.

 

Science is a dark language in the age of concrete. There has been little in the way of love for us in it. What poisons language, poisons right to the source of our perception of the universe.

Even the church has been ambivilant in its treatment of science, and rightly so. Enquiry is a healthy product of human intelligence, but when it reaches right down into the wellspring of the creative process, it's a cancer. We will deny ourselves right out of existence and complete a metaphysical suicide.

 

We need the veil of the spiritual not to cover up the truth, but to provide a home for the heart. In much the same way as the only living part of tree is contained within a realitively narrow and thin sheet that covers a hard, supportive mass of dead tissue, we need to the veil give us life. We drink deeply of it. We die without it.

It draws our nourishment directly from the source of life.

 

We have science to thank for many good things, but also that feeling of standing naked and cold in a dead creation.