Sing along with me now:
Hello,
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
come on now,
I hear you're feeling down
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smoke on the horizon
You have only coming through in wares
You'r lips more but I can't hear why you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands fell just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
I do believe its working good
that I'll keep you going through the show
Come on its time to go
There is no pain, you are recading
A distant chip smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a flecting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb
Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb
Can one become so grown up, so well read and informed that they lose their childlike wonder at the universe and themselves and become comfortably numb in the dogma of logic and reason?
Is it any wonder at all that the sages speak of one needing to be like a child for one to touch the Divine?
""There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
Hamlet act 1 scene 5
When the a-theists declare that there is no proof of god, they are pushing on a rope.
The tools they use to prove or disprove god are reason and logic. If these fail to yield evidence of god, they often do not admit that these are merely tools which are derived from a spatial/temporal system and a priori "god as creator" lays outside of such a system and is inderminant.
Using logic and reason to prove god is like trying to eat soup with a fork.
To paraphrase that old lady who admonished the famous astronomer speaking about the structure of the universe with " it's turtles, turtles all the way down.""
For me, "Its Flatlands, all the up, and all the way down."
I have no objective proof of god, nor of the multi-dimensional Flatlands where tools for proving god may be realized. Yet I am open to the limitless possibilities of the Kosmos and my own heart
and most certainly...........
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
Maybe, someday I will again, and call it God.