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Padrig inquired when yet a young man
Of the slabs standing tall looking out o’er the land
He asked after mounds placed where mounds shouldna be
After carvings in stones of spirals of three
He questioned just what it was to be proved
By moving tall boulders too large to be moved
Padrig wouldst marvel in places far flung
At the impossible accomplished without written tongue
To the Gael ‘twas manly to capture a Roman
And brand him a slave and strut like a showman
But the Gael was aware in a style more subdued
That without his own text he was thought of as crude
“To we who speak Gaelic, you are but a slave
But a Briton, a Roman, with knowledge engraved
Deep in your consciousness, then transferred to wax
Each thought inscribed like a hare leaving tracks.
A sign for each sound of the throat you’ve devised
And taught to your children who with ease memorized
Implanted, ensconced in the vault of the mind
Promising progress of an unforeseen kind.
And the Fair Folk, also, have wrought deep inscription
From the stones that they set, but employed encryption
Did they wish us to know, did they want us to guess?
Our ignorance reigned and we’ve failed the test.
The unknown is the aspect the human grows fearing
He quails in the presence of divine engineering
His worth as a man is then rent wide asunder
His value, his usefulness dissolves in the plunder. ”
“Should all slaves”, said Padrig, “be called from their houses
They couldn’t move one stone, let alone thousands
And who fed the quarrymen, the haulers, the builders?
From whence then the architects? This sorcery bewilders.”


The next answer given this lost, stolen child
Came from the Gael who pondered and smiled
“Whenever a myst’ry befalls human eye
We compete with our tales, mind you, diff’rent from lies
The best at this art, he be much like your friar
A place guaranteed every night at the fire
A master of the craft of the tale sets us free
We toil through the day with a reason to be
It is crucial our thoughts be carried away
For us it is much like when you, Padrig, pray
That our ancestors came and conquered and died
Somehow fills us as a people with pride
The children of Danu the Goddess were here
And threatened our fathers as their ships would draw near
Though the sons of the goddess owned unearthly powers
The island fell hard to the Gaels, became ours
The terms of surrender left the Fair Folk their hills
’tis fear now the cry of the banshee instills
An old hag at times rides a mare in the night
And straddles a human who wakes to the sight
Unable to move, to cry out or breathe
But must lie submissive until she takes leave
Many such stories you’ll hear as you grow
They please us by answering what we canst know
You my young friend are destined to be
A seer, a fili, a grand seanachie.”
Padrig knew not of the sharing of tales
Just the visions before him and how the mind fails
To account for the wonders that can’t possibly be
How could these ancients have mastered the sea?
What mind designs mountains, what hands make it so
What backs move the boulders, what line stops the toe
“Round every bend of this island you’ll see
What the Gael does attribute to the Folk, the Aos si
For what other magic, what human power
Moves a stone of such mass, makes it stand like a tower
Or molds them like clay, and like puzzles fit each
In a fashion the strongest of storms cannot breach”
The aging bronze Gael then bent at the knees
Plucked a shamrock and expounded on the concept of threes
“Therein lies the formula that fuels the fire
Of the teller, the fili, to what you’ll aspire
A prominent belt of three stars in the sky
The dominant druid will have a third eye
And under the sky and the belt of three stars
In Egypt they say three pyramids are
We mark the sun, the extremes of its rise
Just three points are needed to govern our lives
The sun marks those points, the north, south, and center
The north begins summer, the south starts the winter
From center it rises with scarce a distortion
Day and night then are of equal proportion
The dolmen that stand so high from the moss
Two slabs hold upright, a third lies across
We can know nothing of how they were made
How such stones were moved, how the top ones were laid
How they could happen, these magical tasks
Are questions the teller grows too wise to ask
When questioned, hesitation may subtly expose
This may be the island of Who-The-Hell-Knows
The greatest of mounds on this island be
Alongside the river in a fine group of three
But ne’er should a storyman deign to disclose
That this be the island of Who-The-Hell-Knows
For each of the myst’ries, whether grand, whether petty
Be certain an answer stands quick at the ready
The mounds, we will claim, are simply the covers
For doors leading into the world of the Others

I’ll aid your escape then you seek out your truth
And return here someday to lift the uncouth
Bring us new tales, fresh wisdom, good news
Tell us that we’re a lost tribe of the Jews
If you have a story then you’ll have a meal
The best explanations will have the best feel
New stories are welcome but suffice it to say
That after all else the old lore must stay
Emotions serve man and each is producible
The heart be a caldron, the mind then a crucible
Never forget to incorporate three
How the stones came to stand, how the mounds came to be
The creators of these, the magical hills
Refer to as Fair Folk, and wish them no ill
We need our fairies, our changelings, our wraiths
Our charms and our devils, our tales and our faiths

Pay heed now, young Padrig, for all of our sakes
It be how we want it, so bring us no snakes
In a teller’s own blood a deep knowledge flows
That Eire is the land of Who-The-Hell-Knows


LUCID DREAMS: When Conscious Meets Subconscious ~ g. kinyon

Standing on a polished wood floor, I looked across the length of a room in which I’d never been. I didn’t know what the outside of the house looked like; this room, in fact, was all I knew. It was appointed cozily enough: three standard pieces of white cloth furniture plus a shaggy white throw rug in the center, wood paneling, artistic wall hangings, light entering from a patio door to my right. Another room was beyond an arched passageway on the far side of this one. I stood behind the sofa, which was positioned width-wise and in my way. Rather than walk around it, I did what I usually do in these situations: I levitated about head-high and propelled myself forward, not a skill everyone enjoys. The next room had black walls and red leather furniture with brass stays. The table tops were glass. Along the left wall at the top extended a room-length sheetrock box where ductwork had apparently been covered. At the far side, carpeted stairs rose six steps to a landing and cut 180 degrees before ascending to the next floor from there. I wanted to see the upstairs, naturally, but another interest delayed that proposition. The ceiling of this black room was not itself black, but white with a bluish tint. I flew higher and closer. In burnt-red, images straight off of bowls and vases from ancient Greece were scattered as overhead décor. Paper trim with representations of Doric columns added to the classical effect. I studied this to my heart’s content. But before shooting to the staircase, I alighted. I announced with my arms spread wide that I was the designer of all I surveyed. I added, so there’d be no mistake, that I was fully aware of the paradox. “I don’t know what will be up those stairs, but I will have created it.” And onward I flew, the paradox blowing my mind to atoms.

For the second time in my life, I had intentionally pulled off a lucid dream. I’d had lucid dreams before—several times—I just didn’t know they had a name. Nor did I know a person could will them to happen. But like any of the things that make living a positive, lucid dreams take effort. Conjuring them requires practice, study, repetition, and determination. I am only in the apprenticeship stages of this conceit, and I fully intend to tack on a part two after I’ve got a better handle on it all.

When the human mind becomes aware that it is existing in the course of a dream, the fantastic happens. One realizes he need only imagine earthly or heavenly delights for them to appear. The senses are intact. The universe in this plane is at the dreamer’s fingertips. And at his caprice. The three things LD beginners will inevitably do once they know what’s going on are 1) Jump up and down and shout to the world that they’re dreaming and they know it. 2) Fly—if they can figure out how, anyway. 3) Have sex. Again, all the senses are intact. It’s a natural, primal impulse. To make that person materialize, though—the person you want to do it with the most—requires a few spins around the block. Early on you’ll have to settle with what shows up, which seems instructive of real life in some vague fashion. Remaining in a conscious dream long enough to get much out of it takes practice too, by the way. The initial excitement of having accomplished it on purpose, the jumping around and shouting, will often be enough to ruin it. To scare it off, if you will. You’ll either wake up or slip into a standard dream, lucky if you can remember later it happened at all.


The dream I described above is an example of having a slight amount of experience. Rather than getting overexcited and carried away with controlling everything around me by way of conscious intent (as I did the first time), I allowed my subconscious to have its head. I explored the world of my imagination, let it come to me on its own, show me things it wanted me to see. This approach earned a reward—that of recognizing the paradox. Before I flew up the steps, I knew that in the insignificant span of time it would take me to round a corner, I would have designed and built a complete environment, with all the detail that can be imagined–but I wouldn’t know what was there until I arrived. And I was in awe of my abilities when I saw what I could do. Today’s leaders of lucid dream experimentation report employing their skills to better understand the universe. A master can go forward or backward in time and observe, shrink to explore the infinitesimal, or examine distant solar systems.

Tibetan Buddhism probably represents the oldest known culture to gain a true understanding of lucid dreaming. The Tibetan monks have apparently devised techniques of dream yoga that can send the adept to deeper levels of conscious dreaming than the typical practitioner can reach. In fact, in lucid dreaming one can find a nexus of many of the Eastern spiritual philosophies. Lucid dreaming is a goal of meditation and proper breathing. The goal of kundalini yoga is called, interestingly, the kundalini awakening. As with kundalini and the chakras, achieving lucidity may follow the course of visualization of colors and focal points of the body. Certain sounds and even chants, along with control of the breathe cycle, can help one dive into a dream with full consciousness. The same is used with qigong, practiced by Taoists to achieve the Tao, or the divine emptiness—a superior state of being. Dream lucidity can be as frivolous, as spiritual, or as empirical as one wants to make it. While there is no harm in using it to placate the id, (even kundalini and qigong are consciously libido-friendly) there seems to be a saturation point with conscious dreaming where temporal thrills lose their luster. In the material realm, we often hear of the person who has it all (Kurt Cobain comes to mind) committing suicide. Wealth, fame, and sex are no longer fulfilling. The accomplished lucid dreamer need never get bored, but simply move on to the next grand adventure. The options are limitless. As to how often the LD old-timers–the for-the-sake-of-science masters–take a dream-world break from study to get laid…that’s anybody’s guess.

You can cheat your way to…well, if not to lucid dreams, at least to some wild ones, via dream herbs and chemicals. These are easily found online. The first dream chemical I discovered was in a nicotine patch. The warnings on nicotine patches even mention disturbing dreams. I like disturbing. I’ve tried them solely for the sake of a short cut to lucidity, but to no avail. I’ll order some of the other goodies before it’s all over, I can pretty well promise. Part two.

As a point of further interest, Paul McCartney famously found the music for “Yesterday” in a dream. Srinivasa Ramanujan, the mathematical genius, claimed he received his formulae from a Hindu Goddess in his dreams. The Jekyll/Hyde story came from the dream world. So did Frankenstein. Philosopher Renee Descartes was a lucid dreamer, as were/are a host of other famous names. Like Goethe and Tesla.


The one critical tool for becoming a lucid dreamer is maintaining a personal dream journal. This is not easy to do and it proves you’re serious. Imagine you fail to check your inbox for a few days. When you do check it, let’s say you have a hundred messages. Now imagine deleting them all without reading. Once you start keeping a dream log, you’ll know you’ve deleted a hell of a lot of unread messages over the years. Your dream journal speaks to you–it sends you messages. It shows you patterns with your dreams you never knew existed. You’ll read it and think…wow. The number of false awakenings–where you dream you wake up, think you’re awake, and then dream you awaken again and again–the number of those I’ve recorded is astounding. As for help in accomplishing lucidity, it’s the act of waking up in the dark and scribbling shit on paper that habituates you to moving from the dream to the temporal worlds and back. The sooner one gets comfortable manipulating things in the hypnagogic state, the sooner one masters LD.  Also, in your journal you’ll find dream signs you can learn to recognize to verify you’re dreaming. But I’ve come across something else by way of the journal, something that has validated–for me, at least–the concept of synchronicity. I’ve given Freud his due here, and now it’s Jung’s turn.

Two nights ago as I write, March 8, 2014, I went to a poetry reading in an eatery/drinkery I’d never heard of, in a town where I don’t reside: Grandview, MO. On my way out of the place, Cafe Main, I passed by this big glass pastry case, loaded with some of the finest-looking, most tempting bakery products I’d ever seen. I hesitated. I wanted one. But I knew those things were bad for me. I watch what I eat for the most part and I dragged myself out of there. The following morning, yesterday, I woke up with no dreams to record. I was disappointingly blank. Of a sudden, something triggered my memory, and I commenced to setting a dream journal record by packing four legal-size notebook pages tight with the description of a single dream. I usually wait a week or so before I go over what I’ve recently written–it’s more interesting that way: I forget what I’ve recorded just as completely as I forget what I’ve dreamt. After I transcribed my marathon dream, I decided to read over the last few entries. Here’s what I see as if for the first time: I’m in some kind of retail establishment in Grandview. Floor to ceiling glass walls. I have an item to buy, a rolled-up mattress. A salesman takes it from me and disappears. I go to look for him. I pass a big glass pastry case full of delicious-looking treats. They look wonderful, but I know they’re bad for me and I leave. Date: Friday morning, March 7, 2014.

Make of it what you will.  


Last October, angry and discontented Mohammedans, exercising their free-speech rights, began protesting Google offices around the world. The protests were staged because the corporate giant chose not to pull a certain video from its YouTube content, a video that the miffed sign-wielders deemed offensive and not protected under the aegis of free speech. I suspect, however, that if those indignant Islamic faithful were privy to another interesting bit of information that yours truly has uncovered, they’d decide this amateur video that keeps them awake at night is the least of their problems with Google—or Yahoo or Bing or any other search engines. PAKISTAN-ISLAM-UNREST-FILM-US-LIBYA

At the behest of an idea that came to me from reading headlines and news stories, I entered the phrase “to avoid offending Muslims” into the top search engines. In fairness, I only did this after inserting the names of other religions into that phrase. “To avoid offending Hindus” brought up two stories, one of an airline removing beef from the menu, and another about McDonald’s in India serving strictly vegetarian cuisine to avoid offending Hindus and Muslims. That was all. Another story involving food popped up for the phrase “to avoid offending Jews.” Surprisingly, or maybe not, nothing exists in those data bases to correspond with the phrase “to avoid offending Christians,” save a Daily Kos bit that emerges in Yahoo about  some book sold at the Grand Canyon National Park concessions that fails to mention the geological age of that awesome natural wonder, presumably to avoid offending Christians. I thought for sure ‘Piss Christ’ would’ve generated something along those lines. Not so. In fact, those “to avoid” keywords produce entries about how Christians should strive not to offend anybody, or how Christians should avoid offending Muslims. And as for “to avoid offending Buddhists,” nada. It apparently takes a real effort to offend a Buddhist in Western countries.

But, as you may have guessed by now, the “to avoid offending Muslims” pool is unique in its depth. I like to take my readers’ attention spans into account, so I’ve kept this list limited to what shows up quickly without a lot of scrounging for crumbs. It is still considerable in its length, but that’s the good thing about lists–you can resume later if you get bored. And so we begin.

“Hospital removes hot-cross buns at Easter to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Café told to remove extractor fan to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Dads banned from nursery to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Marines ban farting to avoid offending Muslims.”

“BBC drops fictional terror attack to avoid offending Muslims.”

“British schools remove Holocaust from history lessons to avoid offending Muslims.”

“UK: Schools drop Crusades to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Brussels bans ‘offensive’ Christmas tree to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Can the military do more to avoid offending Muslims?”

“American Bible translators bowdlerize scriptures to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Premier League finds Sharia-compliant award to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Premier League offers non-alcoholic rose-water and pomegranate drink alternative to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Premier League contemplates champagne ban to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Denmark city officials ban Israeli flag at local diversity festival to avoid offending Muslims.”

“US soldiers in Afghanistan told not to impugn pedophilia, mistreatment of women to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Airline bans Bibles to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Libraries told to put Bibles on top shelf {and out of sight} to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Soccer badge changed to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Papers pull Opus comic strip to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Prophet Muhammad novel scrapped to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Teachers drop Holocaust to avoid offending Muslims.”

“London university considering alcohol ban to avoid offending Muslims.”

“British Red Cross removes Christmas decorations to avoid offending Muslims.”

“British Red Cross bans Christmas to avoid offending Muslims.”

“British Red Cross removes all references to Christmas to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Australia: KFC removes bacon from menu to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Prison in Britain removes chapel crucifix to avoid offending Muslims.”

“White House delays release of Bin Laden photos to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Spanish villages tone down festivities to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Mother told not to breastfeed to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Pork off menu at UK schools to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Australia: Non-Muslims must cover up at municipal pool to avoid offending Muslims.”

“UK: Museum pulls artwork to avoid offending Muslims.”

“British mull discarding flag to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Church school renames ‘Three Little Pigs’ to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Minnesota: Santa Claus banned from Head Start classes to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Santa banned from kindergarten to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Netherlands: Paintings featuring pigs removed from hospitals to avoid offending Muslims.”

“UK: Schools rearranging exams and canceling lessons to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Police dogs to wear bootees during house searches to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Council renames Christmas to avoid offending Muslims.”

“{Renowned 16th century playwright Christopher Marlowe’s} ‘Tamburlaine the Great’ censored to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Australia: Hospital bans Bible, crosses from chapel to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Illinois schools canceling Christmas, Halloween to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Oregon: School drops ‘Pledge of Allegiance’ to avoid offending Muslims.”

“25 US papers censor Sunday comics to avoid offending Muslims.”

“UK airline wipes Israel off map to avoid offending Muslims.”

“China’s state TV bans pig images to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Chinese New Year apt to offend Muslims.”

“Denmark delays freedom of speech conference to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Kristof concerned King Hearings may offend Muslims.”

“Modern Warfare 2 map pulled to avoid offending Muslims.”

“School changes name of play to ‘Three Little Puppies’ to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Hospital staff told not to eat at desks to avoid offending Muslims.”

“UK: Plastic bags to be put over ‘terror cameras’ to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Jew with dog arrested for offending Muslims.”

“Singapore: McDonald’s apologizes for leaving pig out of Chinese zodiac collection to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Montana: President of ice cream company faces resignation for mistakenly offending Muslims.”

“Piggy-bank giveaways halted to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Paris Hilton ropes in cultural guide to avoid offending Muslims.”

“New 2012 movie goes out of its way to avoid offending Muslims.”

“New Bible versions remove ‘Father’ and ‘Son of God’ to avoid offending Muslims.”

“UK: Gay activists consider canceling pride parade to avoid offending Muslims.”

“UK: Tate Museum pulls artwork to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Norway: Star of David banned to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Toy pig removed from farm set to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Miami-Dade Transit pulls ads from buses to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Danish newspaper apologizes for offending Muslims.”

“UK: Newcastle United football shirts offend Muslims.”

“UK agency rejects digital remake of ‘Three Little Pigs’ to avoid offending Muslims.”

“No shoes allowed in terrorist captures to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Anzac Day may offend Muslims.”

“Artists try not to offend Muslims as satire festival treads softly.”

“Raids during Ramadan could offend Muslims.”

“Bethlehem: Souvenir sellers stop selling crosses to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Release of ‘Little Big Planet’ delayed for fear of offending Muslims.”

“Cambridge University issues directives against shaking hands with Muslims to avoid offense.”

“EU and UK refuse to label halal meat as halal to avoid offending Muslims.”

“South Park’s giant bear offends Muslims.”

“BBC drops Anno Domini and Before Christ to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Concern Bin Laden capture movie will offend Muslims.”

“Austria: Judge rules that yodeling offends Muslims.”

No matter your politics, no matter your desire to find fault in either no one or only Western culture, deep down you know something is out of step with the successful administration of human society here. Someone is working and someone is being worked.

I need to decide on my tag words for this piece, and here are some I’m considering: remove, reject, refuse, rename, reconsider, rearrange, change, delay, cancel, censor, pull, ban, stop, halt, end, discard, tone down, contemplate, mull, try not to, wipe off, drop, scrap, apologize for, and bowdlerize.

In parting, let me ask you to imagine how hilarious it would be if you and your people could make cops remove their own shoes while putting shoes on their dogs before entering your abode looking for mass-murderers. And don’t even think about yodeling.

UPDATE: (A year later) “Miss World chiefs cancel bikini rounds to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Duck Dynasty Stars: They told us to stop praying to Jesus to avoid offending Muslims.”

“FBI censors Islam materials to avoid offending Muslims.”

“AFDI to restore FBI’s most wanted terrorist bus adds, removed to avoid offending Muslims.”

“Vienna school bans teaching about Gates of Vienna to avoid offending Muslims.”


The evidence is in and the debate is over. The Science Channel and physicist Stephen Hawking have laid out proof in one hour of cable programming that there can be no God. Here is how the story goes:

The universe is expanding. As far as I’m aware, everyone agrees with that. I’ve heard no competing theories or offers of evidence to the contrary. So, if the universe is indeed expanding, then we must trace it all back in time—some 14 billion years—to when the expanding began. Just as the universe is infinitely huge today, it was infinitesimally tiny back then—sub-atomic, in fact. We continue to contract, back and back in time, tinier and tinier. Now, keep in mind Einstein calculated that time and space are of one fabric; they are not separate and independent of each other. When the totality of energy and matter was sub-atomic, so was that of time and space. We are told science has proved that the laws of physics do not apply at the sub-atomic level. We are told that energy and matter actually do appear out of nothingness when we explore the nano-world. Before the Big Bang, when all hell broke loose and the universe blew into existence from nothingness, time and space did not exist. Therefore, God (perhaps we can use the little g now) had no time to create anything. WHAM! At the end of the programming hour, the narrator hits us upside the head with this apparent fact. Stephen Hawking adds that he certainly doesn’t wish to offend religious sensibilities, but that we each have one shot at life and that’s it. It’s over when it’s over. It has taken mankind until the 21st century after the birth of Christ to figure it out, but the uncaused first cause has been uncovered. 

If this is true, then I have to wonder if I will lose my incentive. What’s the point? When a loved one dies, most of us are buoyed by the belief, or at least the hope, that we will meet again. If we remove a creator from the picture, it seems that we remove heaven, and we take away any possibility that things will be made right. If we have proved that this life is all there is—that there were no past lives to call our own and that there will be no more shots at doing it better someday, and that there will be no eternity spent in a state of rapture with the spirits of people we know and love—then what difference would it ultimately make if we were Hitler or Stalin or Mother Theresa? Also, when we ponder our own insignificance in the universe, the idea of God being aware of us as individuals is comforting.

Then again, most religions tell us that a preponderance of souls will spend the afterlife burning alive. If we don’t behave in a perfect manner—essentially in ways that are anything but natural to us—we are doomed to unfathomable, and often endless, torment. If there is no creator, then we can breathe a sigh of relief that there will be no more pain. No more sleepless nights of internal grappling over angry or sexual thoughts that are consequential to our humanly existence.

These are all things we think about when contemplating the absence of a supreme, omnipotent being. Atheists have already accepted that what we see is what we get, and they seem to get along all right. If humanity has proved there is no God, then the other 90% of us can learn from the Atheists. We can learn how to remain motivated to live our lives as fully as possible. We can learn why we should be good people and listen to our consciences rather than trouncing on our fellow humans to get our way. Maybe consciences themselves are programmed into us with the recently-discovered God gene as a tool for perpetuating our existence as a species.

But it seems to me that Stephen Hawking is missing something—or dismissing something. Has he proved that there can be no alternate planes of existence?—dimensions, such as at the sub-atomic level, where our known laws of physics do not apply? Is it not a leap of faith to believe that energy and matter can and do appear out of nothing? Is it not possible that this so-called nothingness is really another dimension that remains undetectable by scientific instrumentation and calculation? At the level where neutrinos gambol about, why is it more likely that matter forms out of nothing than it is that portals exist between our material plane and another, unseen realm? Why is it more likely that matter and energy form from nothing than it is that they enter our world through one of these thresholds?

Friends and family have confided in me stories that point to just such a possibility—stories of being clinically dead and traveling to alternate realms, of leaving the body or being visited, even harassed, by other-worldly entities, ghosts, I mean. Spirits of deceased family members have come to convey that things would be all right. I’ve lost count of such confidences. The inexplicable bombards our earthly existence now as it has for ages. I could shrug these things off and assign them to over-active imaginations had I not had such experiences myself. As far as God and Heaven and the Devil and Hell, I don’t know, but I’m ever convinced something else is out there. 

And now scientists themselves have admitted to a belief in the invisible—or what some might call faith. It is pure faith on the part of science to conclude that infinity is formed from zero. The Science Channel motto is “Question everything.” And so we should. I’ve seen more evidence of a spiritual plane than I have that nothingness creates. It has been said that every atom passes through all possible histories, or, in other words: Alexander the Great died at birth and the Moors defeated Charles Martel while your uncle watched from an oak tree. Every alternate history has transpired and will continue to do so. This could be true, as could reincarnation, as could one parallel universe, as could a multi-verse, as could string theory and the theory that the Big Bang was really a Big Collision that happens over and over. It seems to me there is a greater chance that any of these are true than that nothingness produces something.

Something comes from nothing. Another way of saying that would be, “We have no idea where matter and energy and time and space originate, but we’re too tired to go any farther.”