Life before we had all the answers… Or is that now, while we actually know nothing for sure.

Imagine seeing the lights of an aircraft at night and not knowing what it is. It would give you minutes of wonder, today, but if you had no idea what it even could be, can you imagine what that would stir inside you?

Imagine having no idea what the sun was, or where you were in the world let alone the universe. Can you? My earliest memories are of the sun. First whenever I was scared, or woke up from a nightmare I would stare at the curtain and wait for the sun, for everything to be alright. Then came driving in the car. The sun never left my side, the sun was always there, right beside me, no matter how far we drove. Be it across country, or across continents, there the sun would be. Now I know why, but at that early age the awe I had for the sun meant the world to me. I felt loved, chosen almost, because the sun had my back.

However we now have all the answers. Is there anything left to wonder? Of course there is, don’t you think? First of all as knowledgeable as we are we simply turned our obsession with the sun into an obsession with an imaginary son of an imaginary father. It appears that as we discovered the sun we got very confused. It is as random for someone to believe in god as it is for someone to believe the sun frolics in the sky by day and then goes to sleep in the sea. So what happens when we find the answers, do we simply just accept another’s understanding? When did we stop wondering, and decide we know it all?

I don’t think we can yet fathom what the smallest thing could be, and we certainly have no idea about the largest? Is it not self limiting to believe we do? Have we not learned through history and science that asking why is vital for growth? Is evolution not example enough that things change, they are constantly changing, evolving, growing? Can we not see that death is needed for birth? So why do we think we know enough or know it all and teach as if we do, teach as if we have the answers even though we don’t have all the questions.

While we put together the pieces of what we find into a puzzle can we not look beyond what has been left behind?

I think everything should be challenged and questioned, it deserves to be. We must never stop asking questions, and never accept that there isn’t more to learn. Even when I know, I know that I too, do not know. Like someone wise once said to me, “belief, in itself, is a lie.”