Down the Rabbit Hole

Counting the Mysterious

The morning was filled with mixed emotions watching my daughter start the first day of 3rd grade. It seem surreal that we could both be at this place so quickly but there it is...life continues marching at its frenzied pace. Now that summer is behind us and life has returned to a far more regimented schedule, here's to hoping I can squeeze my daily blogging back in and here's to hoping that leads to new deadlines and submissions. I miss writing in the way in a way one would miss the natural light after living without sunlight for weeks on end.

"Blogging Circle of Friends "
DAY 2116: September 4, 2018
Prompt: “The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and true science.” ― Albert Einstein, The World as I See It
What do you say?

The more quotes I read from Einstein, the more I realize that he was a genius in more ways than just academically.
The thing that sets humans apart from other life might be our ability to wonder and to ponder the mysteries of life. If facts of life are the roadblocks that we build our path with, mysteries are what make give the journey the spark. With the tremendous advances in technology, there isn't much we can't discover or explain but its our quest to explore the mysterious that drives that constant tide of advancement. Yet, there is a simply beauty is finding something that can't be explained away in rational, known terms.

I believe people who are spiritually inclined, those who dedicate themselves to the mysteries of their faiths, are at an advantage here in that they are released from the burden of proof. They can simply enjoy the mysterious power of collective belief. My grandmother believes in the power of prayer, she believes in a God who has revealed himself to her in wonderful, mysterious ways. She told me once about a rose suddenly appearing on a bare plaster wall as she knelt in a hospital chapel and prayed for the child she carried to be born a girl. She believes this was a sign from God that her prayers were heard. She believes this without question, dismissing all manner of explanation that does not hinge on the divine.

Artistic people also know to look beyond the physical merits of something, they interpret life in color, lines and textures. I've stood before massive paintings and wondered what the artist was seeing when they created it, what hidden mystery they uncovered with paint and brush strokes that I can not see? Artists routinely defy nature and boundaries placed on space. Dali painted melting clocks and landscapes that migrated through reality, revealing the mysteries at work in his mental machinery.

I have been a child of science, it is harder for me to place such faith in what I can not rationalize but that's doesn't mean I am not fascinated by things I can't explain. I can still appreciate the magic of the mysterious of life. I can still hope some souls find a way back through the veil after death and that some large prehistoric beast roams the depths of that particular loch in Scotland.


"Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise"
DAY 1722- September 4, 2018
Prompt: Talking about word plays, Albert Einstein said, “Not everything that can be counted counts, and not everything that counts can be counted.” In how many ways can you decipher this quote? Any additional ideas to it?

Oddly enough this quote makes me think if social media. You see users who have a friend counts numbering in the hundreds and you think, only in this world would those virtual strangers be counted as actual friends. The average person doesn't life long enough to force that many relationships with people in real life. I can count on one hand the actual bonified friends I have in my life. It is quality, not quantity that matters most to me.