“The nitrogen in our DNA, the calcium in our teeth, the iron in our blood, the carbon in our apple pies were made in the interiors of collapsing stars. We are made of starstuff.” “The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself.”
― Carl Sagan, Cosmos
Mankind looks into the sky, as he always has, and puzzles over the immensity, complexity, and mysteries of the universe. He wonders about what he sees, delves into it with telescopes and sensors, bringing unfathomable images into the clearing of his mind, and he makes up his stories of gods, matter and anti-matter, energy fields beyond comprehension, and measurements that awe him yet allow him to put our universe into a 15 billion year old box. He has put god in a box and named it the Higg’s boson.
When I look at images of the universe, I see the eye of God:
The fingers of God:
Man reaching for God's light:
The countless points of light in a single galaxy:
The mystery of the "soul nebula":
And I come to understand there is, for lack of a better phrase, a Higher Power.
This is all I know: There is a God, and it is not I. Like the universe, God is everywhere inherent in all. Like the Higg’s field, God is the essence of all. All forms of energy, all forms of matter, all thought, indeed consciousness itself, encompass God's presence. Just as those who believe in the Gaia principle, that earth is a living, conscious organism, so I believe this of the universe.
Call it blind faith, or magic, or the wild scratchings of my paltry mind. Perhaps it represents insight into the infinite. At any rate, it helps me live my life in peace and love. And isn’t that what we all want, at our core, at the center of our being?
When you take time to become quiet, go to a place where you can see the Milky Way, our galaxy. Look up on a clear night, and take a few minutes to tap the awe in your being and the wonder you once felt as a child. It would take 100 million years to travel across this galaxy played across the heavens. Yet, beyond that are so many more testaments to the power of which I write.
Get a book or consult the Internet for images of the stars, galaxies, black holes, and nebulae. Meditate on the incredible greatness of it all. Ask the questions mankind has asked from the beginning. Then ask the questions that pinpoint our existence on this insignificant spec of magma: Who am I? Why am I here?
Listen in solitude and awe as you gaze into the heart of God and become aware...