The overwhelming question of our reality
Copyright 2019, InterAmerica, Inc.
Every day most of us try to come to terms with what reality
is, for us, individually and for the human species.
(I think the ETH is, for many, thought to be a possible source to explain
why we're here, who we are, and the other questions of existence. But is it the
best source, relying it seems, on an iffy answer from an alleged visiting advanced,
extraterrestrial species?)
The idea for visitors from the cosmos is, for me, as you
well know, a ludicrous or, at least, zany pie in the sky hope.
No one has come or is coming to provide us with the
answer(s) to what’s the purpose of life, and our part in that purpose.
Yet, there are persons and groups who have tried, since
immemorial times, to fathom the “reality” we find ourselves in:
religious prophets, philosophers, poets, imaginative writers, artists, and just
before and after the Enlightenment, scientists.
But who among those groups is best qualified, or likely able
to have that Eureka moment whereupon the purpose of being is elucidated?
When I read Maurice Bucke’s opus Cosmic Consciousness, I
thought there might be, within it, some edifying insights, by someone, as to
what their experience told them and thus tell us something of the ultimate reality.
But no, that was not to be.
My favorite theological philosopher Thomas Aquinas and after
him Teilhard de Chardin, I thought would offer something to help us understand
why we’re here, the purpose of being.
When the great Thomas had his “vision” of what reality was,
saying that what he had written about life, humanity, and God was like straw in the wind,
he clammed up. He gave nothing more.
Was it because he wasn’t – as articulate and brilliant a he
was – able to express any concept of the reality he saw or experienced?
Did he see a computer simulation as the reality in which we
find ourselves, and being lodged in the technologically absent Thirteenth
Century, had no way to provide an understanding of what he saw?
Was this also the case with Giordano Bruno? Or a few other
adepts, such as Hildegard de Bingen?
Today, who is able to discern what may be our reality? Is it
a techie like Elon Musk? Or a theoretical physicist from the past or currently?
Here’s a list:
Or Occultists, past and present? Here’s a list:
How about a side-lined, ignored master of life and brilliant
expositor of pertinent things: The mystic Meister Eckhart?
There are clues about reality in many of the works of those
listed above, but no clear outline or thesis explaining the questions at hand
here.
Authors, especially in the sci-fi genre, have come close to
outlining where we’ve been as a species and where we may be going, sometimes
hinting at our purpose for being. Philip K. Dick is representative of those
brilliant explicators who struggle with or struggled with the point of it all.
Eric Wargo, at his internet digs – thenightshirt.com – is a
Philip k Dick fanboy and one of the few web writers who seriously approaches
the meaning of it all.
And author Ted Chiang, noted both by me and Eric, and touted
by exemplary writer and pedagogue Joyce Carol Oates provides fictive clues to
what it’s all about.
Yet, no one, in all of time and history seems able to grasp
or explain why we’re here or our purpose for being if there is one.
No discipline – certainly not “ufology” – is up to the task
or has been up to the task.
The mystery of life eludes us all, even those with the
brilliance of Coeus.
That may be why some among the UFO crowd insist upon those alleged
ET visitors; they must have the answer(s) to life, yes?
If not, we’re in an “existential” muddle from which there is no
exit.
RR


