But what about those in life that are important to me, practical ambitions that had been considered. Imagination is a gift, without a doubt, but even this can be taken too far, and can lead to getting mentally lost inside neurons and disconnected facts and irrelevant statistics, optimistically preserved in hopes of sparking a nostalgic event at some point in the future. And yet I find myself perpetually separating from any current task when my attention is always kept in the potholes of reality. Potholes. My mind brings me back to trips out to the white water rafting trip my family would take every year. We would always bring the waters crafts in our vans with swim suits, cut-off jeans, and old hats (which became a part of the water games when things got slow down the river). My dad would always wear old tennis shoes that had transformed into “river floating shoes”. That image will always be there, because my dad’s shoes always looked like they belonged to a giant. Why do memories like this stay? And are the events we had encountered earlier in life the ones that stick in our long-term memory the more recent ones? I suppose at some point though, a person starts to consider spirituality. I have always been intrigued by the concept of God, and I learned to respect my parents religion because I respected them. I got along with the habit of being in church on Sundays, youth group Wednesday nights at the youth center, where we would stereotypically play games for like an hour in the evening with that whole time accessible to walk-in, and the next forty-five minutes reserved for a youth-focused message about salvation or forgiveness, and then finishing out with a open house for another forty-five minutes… But It eventually became stale, and I began to hate that word “religion” even though I still faithfully flowed along with my parents taking me to church, which wasn’t necessarily forced, but c’mon – staying home was even more dull. I remember always being very intentional about relating with God, but I had grown to associate inside of an evangelical protestant Christianity framework.
Has empirical science found a dark and mysterious unknown that it can’t possibly hope to identify, let alone reverse engineer?
Is man just a biological entity with some elaborate ability to perceive our own existence?
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