The Rationality of Irrationality

I've been reading "A Brief History of Time" by Stephen Hawking recently, and it keeps reaffirming my belief that reason and truth are such limited concepts. Hawking, arguably the most brilliant man alive, noted that he disagrees with his theory that won him the Nobel Prize. Throughout the history of science, ideas have continually popped up and taken as the absolute truth only to be proven to be lacking. Then another big idea springs up, only to falter yet again. And the wheel keeps spinning. What we call rational or scientific, is only so until it is proven irrational.

But it's important to recognize that the logic of science is merely a tool designed to control and manipulate physical reality. Science cuts life into fragmented corpses, analyzes the cadavers, tests hypothesis as to why the carcass is the way it is, experiments with new Frankensteins, etc. There is no place for passion, no room for miracles, no admiration for the unmanifested. It measures the quantity of life, and throws out the quality with the bathwater.

In the Beginning...

Welcome one & all to my life. I initially intended to start this blog to document my travels in Israel, as at that time I was planning on living and studying at Aish Hatorah in Jerusalem, but that didn't pan out. Then, my next goal was to begin posting to the blog on my birthday (July 20th), but as you can see, that didn't work out either. But I've never liked plans much anyway. They take the spontaneity & zest out of doing. I don't know about you, but when I make plans, then it seems like I have to continually manipulate my reality in order to actualize them. But then there are just so many occasions when something happens, and my plans have to change. For instance, when I was young I planned to be a baseball star, but when, in 1993, I had a brain tumor, which left me uncoordinated, unbalanced, and with double vision, that plan died. Luckily I hadn't invested too much time and energy to my dream, and thankfully it wasn't all that important; but if I had taken the goal seriously and devoted extreme amounts of my personal time and energy towards it then I would really be pissed. Plans make you rigid & set when your world is chaotic & impermanent and one must constantly adapt to the moment. Plans take your sights off of the now, if only for just an instant. I believe that living for anything other than this moment, is an unconscious attempt to control the uncontrollable. Life moves much smoother when you can accept the unpredictability of things. The stiff tree will shatter in the wind, while the flexible tree will bend in all directions & thus survive the storm.

May all sentient beings feel peace & bliss.