"Where one can detect patterns of order in reality, by all means do so." (me)
Viva science!
But sometimes, science finds itself listening in dark to Radio Silence.
The impenetrably blinding light of the Big Bang, for example, doing that ex nihilo strip tease back in time until there's only naked nothingness. As Stephan Hawking said, "Before that, no data obtains. Where there's no data, there's no science." Well, he said as much but in more words, because he was trying to fill in a book (and probably greatly enjoyed dictating his thoughts to his wife, hired help, adoring students; it's gotta get boring in that chair). Here's the original text: The Beginning of Time
"Where one cannot detect patterns of order, look for patterns of convergent chaos, also known as miracles." (me again)
Viva religion!
But sometimes church is the last place to hear God, becoming all too easily an echo-chamber for fawning sheep out-bleating each other in their attempts to declare the One True Signature Edition Authorized Version of What GAWD Is. Praise Allah! Can I get an ad hominem?! For if it is true anywhere, it is true in church or private worship: that there and then is when we most need to keep the devil down in the hole. Can I get a holyoyo?! Praise the Lord.
Down in the Hole
Next thing you know, you're crucified in ceramic glaze above the jukebox of a gay diva coffeeshop dive wearing nothing but a loincloth and an agonized expression. Jesus, the ultimate sturm und drag queen. A prophet is rarely revered in His natal Roman client state.
(just kidding)
[Pls. note: Roxy's is great and has excellent straight-ahead coffee, but the food generally ranges from sucks to mildly promising. One must note the virtue of their seeming apathy concerning food quality, an apathy so extreme as to be in your face about how much it doesn't care and/or is proud to make you pay for ick. Attitude, after all, does matter. But, like size, it must be accompanied by properly rewarding nuances or else you're just another big dick.)
Whatchye do, see, ye wants to hear God, is you slide into the sweet spot between the two irresponsible and overzealous philosophies, Scientism<>Theism. There you'll find an invisible cone of silence where the two converge, butt-to-butt, fingers in their ears, eyes shut, tongues wagging, facing away from each other and making sure they'ere shouting too loud and too smug to hear the other guy except those rare occasions when one hears the truly insulting, or just plain revoltingly dumb, thing the other one has said, and simply has to turn around and spit in the other guy's eye (see accompanying diagram):
The genuine, yea, the One True Solely Sanctified and commercially licensed ask your doctor some conditions may apply or not Cone of Silence is where you just go outside or look into someone's eyes and say hello, God... and listen. (see accompanying invisible diagram)
(accompanying invisible diagram)
("Yes, dear.")
Where rational and irrational meet, where measured versus felt and where logically explicated versus intuitively sensed meet, you'll hear God. Look around you and listen:
Singing Birds, Crying Beasts
But be careful. Beware false prophets:
Voice of God
P.S. Regarding the Voice of God video: the internet has come to be as cheesy as TV ever was, and furthermore, well, cheese-ier. The relevant term is poshlost. With a Fisher-Price interface to make it color-coded and easy to use. No, not the smartphone you're holding. The content. As for the smartphone, it's hard to control. The smartphone is, well, smart. That's why you follow it around all day while it leads you by the nose: it's SMART. It's the program, and whatever you are, you are not the programmer. If that makes you the programee...
...well, be grateful. cuz the world's a strange place and you might get lost if you went off leash. Besides,everything gives you cancer.
It's true!!!
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