Pregnant uncertainty

It is really an amazing thing, that we are all left to wonder about the nature of life.  I interact sometimes with dedicated atheists.  They tell me “it is all explained”.  I was told the other day by someone that Houdini explained how mediumship was done to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, but he wasn’t hearing any of it.  This is, of course, a gross oversimplification.

But I’m sitting on my couch tonight, drinking, watching Captain America: Winter Soldier (and remembering that violent movies are not in general good for me), and it is all on the table.  Maybe the atheists are right.  I suppose I can accept all that.

But, logically, based on every piece of empirical evidence I have considered, or at least most of them, atheism, itself, is illogical.

But where does that leave us?  Small children who hear voices may be right.  African (and other) Shamans who claim schizophrenia and other psychoses are usually the result of malignant spirits are right.

We are, on this reading, surrounded with other spirits.  We are, on this reading, spirits in a material world.  We are approximately existing, existing out of habit, we are easily pulled out of our forms, and are, once this happens, glad in most cases to see a brighter, easier, happier world.

It is all so confusing.  But I feel this confusion, in its own way, is beautiful, even intoxicating.  Do you want to be one of these people who has a clear world, with everything fully explained, and all surprises mathematically eliminated?  If so, our paths will never meet.  I live, perhaps, in the mud.  I live with the stupid, the mundane, the ridiculous.

So be it.  My decision is made, even if I remember the possibility of other decisions.