It has come to me after having read and studied what I have about history, science, religion, and the human condition– despite just how thin and frail just a few years of reading such broad ranges is and even how much is still left for me to gloss over– that the divinity humanity always searches is only to be found from within. Nietzsche said in his ‘Thus Spake Zarathustra’, where “It is the chaos in oneself that gives birth to a dancing star. I say unto you now, you still have chaos within yourselves!”
In this regard, I think, we all have the capacity for the transcendent– the very reason why human beings have always experienced this. They prefer to call it spirituality, though it has nothing to do with the soul, but the essence of humanity: let’s call it, ‘The Human Spirit’. The ‘Spirituality’ of this latter sense has always been there despite our interpretations of this. It is just as innate in us as any other aspect of our condition and it is this interpretation that gives it form. If you were a Christian or any other of the Abrahamic monotheisms, it would take the shape of the god Yahweh, Jehova, or Allah (however you wish to call him, it is in essence the same deity); if you were a Pagan, you would proclaim the presence of your Pantheon; if you were a Hindu, you might say it was Krishna; if you were in China or Japan, you might even claim to feel the spirits of your ancestors or the kami that embodies the objects all around you.
In my respect, my spirituality is more Pantheistic than any other. I think that if I were to call anything God, it would have to be the Universe itself with its marvels and complexity. It is truly something to stand in wonder of; it fills me with shock and awProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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both in its gorgeous majesty and its fearsome irreverence. I’m a part of this universe just as much as those nebulae because, if you wind the clock back far enough, you can trace every single one of the atoms that make up my body to another nebula that had become enriched by the death of nearby stars. The matter in our universe is in a constant state of translocation and transmutation- ever in motion and changing forms.
I often like to think that maybe one of those bits of the Cosmos will one day make up a sentient race with its own Julians, Amzis, Evas, Krystals, Pamelas, Georges, Johnnies, Kennies, Tashies, Ashlies, and so on. And yet, when we stare at these celestial objects, we perceive them as they were hundreds or even thousands of years ago. What if they were already condensing to form more celestial bodies: the next generation of cosmic life? What if the most distant of them already had?
I really don’t need to think that I’m the object of a divine plan, or even a twisted form of destiny. To have been brought about by the laws that make up the natural world is truly majestic. To say that it was all meant to be, or that it was intended, dims the reality of cosmic events. Natural laws working together with a sliver of chance have brought splendor that gives us more wonder for every instant we continue to stare at it. And the best part of it is that it doesn’t need to be perfect– it is beautiful despite or in the face of its flaws; or even, might I add, because of its imperfections and shortcomings.
