I love precision! When it comes to detail I find it exhilarating to highlight specific things both in what I draw and write. I do this through repetition and observation. I don’t care how long it takes, the wording has to be just right! The shading and the lines have to be just so. When all is said and done it is meant to leave a lasting impression.
So what are you deeply aware of in this life my friends? I want to feel what you feel, I want to know what you know. When it comes to human experience I cast my net very wide. Curiosity may have killed the cat but I’d like to think I can calculate my risks just a little better. I think that a rather large piece of the knowledge puzzle is our own awareness of what is either reliable or unreliable, known or unknown.
Knowledge that is reliable is able to be duplicated easily. When we think of knowledge in that light is there really such a thing as knowledge that cannot be called upon in this way? Pretty much every world religion would like to think so. However, we must ask ourselves, “why is this the case?” Is it not in large part because many differing groups of human beings have staked their claim on a special kind of knowledge? So it is that we must choose, but this choice in and of itself is not one that stems from our own knowledge in the present. Instead we must stretch toward the past.
It’s a little bit like playing the game of twister and there comes that ever so dreadful moment when one’s legs and arms are twisted and stretched to the max. We must collapse and regain composure because we just cannot defy gravity. Sure my right leg may have stretched over my friends shoulders for about a minute, but something had to give! In the same way, many of us skeptics view the concept of faith in this way. It does not stem from knowledge and therefore will collapse if we keep insisting that such a notion is valid.
This stretch of faith can also breed confusion about what and who we are truly aware of in this life. When one converts to a new faith or deeply commits to the one they were raised in it is naturally accompanied by prayer. Prayer is considered sacred. It is associated very much with intimacy and a kind of subtle awareness of the voice of one’s God or gods. These quiet moments, though quite therapeutic and beneficial perhaps as a kind of emotional release are also said to be connected to the knowledge of God.
I’m going to be bold here and say that at least in my own life I spent about ten years cultivating these kind of moments throughout the day. I was personally most allured by the idea that I was speaking to my God, that God was listening, that He was quietly guiding me. Oh this sweet voice is ever so subtle. A whisper, no, not even that. It’s that ever so slight sense of guidance and wisdom that transcends me! It has to. It cannot simply be because I am in love with these ideas. That surely cannot be the case in my life. I’m certain that some of my prayers were answered. It couldn’t have just been coincidence right? It couldn’t have just been events unfolding as they inevitably would had I prayed or not prayed, right?
Decide for yourselves my friends!