I
believe in god, I imagine from my readings, the way in which Einstein believed
in god. The atomic force that holds protons
and electrons, draws the opposite, repulses the same. Neutrons traverse freely, hide and convert
into protons in guilds. This ballet in
the bellies of stars and the cosmos, in our bodies and planets of hitchhiking
atoms is the godliest exchange I know.
Outside
of dubbing the theater of science awe inspiring grandeur as the closest
approximation of a representation of what humans may in part label god, I am by
declaration an atheist. I am not
pantheist where the universe is god, but that we are temporary illusions of
segmented universe. The universe
is. There are no partitions. What has always, is, and will be are atoms
dancing in boundless space time.
The
periodic table is like a Wall Street market to parlay the essence of
reality. The force that bonds, repels,
and attracts the components of the multiverse on its scales, this is spirituality;
this is religion; this is awe. Not to be
worshiped, but to sense our presence in it as witness. We play beyond time, beyond death, beyond
individuality in the oneness. We evolve
beyond comprehension of what we were, are and will be made, build, deconstruct
and exist in a transient atomic transposition that goes on before our
gestation, during and after our respiration, and dances in eternity.
Death
becomes a fork in the road not determined by the fulcrum of volition to elect
the path to proceed to in some illusion of heaven or perdition, but for the
bounty or detriment we impart to the panoply of genial life remaining to pick
up the torch to enlighten or expedite extinction with the processed knowledge
we leave as seed. The collective universe
is guided by an improbability measured in the interconnection of fundamental forces;
gravitational, electromagnetic, and the grand nuclear.
The
beauty of a quark belies humanity into representing our cranial complexity as
superior or life span as a determination of value. Paramecium, sulfur, plasma, human, fish,
alien microbe, we are all stardust vomited into rearrangement. How godly!
How miniscule the trade of love and fear of demanding or relinquishing the
need for definitive conclusion. In the
absence of evidence probability is not fifty-fifty. Going with a no for now, open to further evidence,
demanding none, is an atheist’s peace to the godly atom.
Love,
peace, we are all interconnected.
