Science has become the ‘new theocracy’. Scientists are those about whom we now dare not doubt; for to do so invites universal condemnation. To question the Holy Science is to bring derision down upon you. They cannot damn you to Hell for doing so… yet. But they’re an imaginative species – and as their rational footing becomes ever less sure, the creativity with which they conjure ever more bizarre universes becomes increasingly impressive. Can a scientific equivalent for hell be far behind?
“It doesn’t matter what you believe. Science is about fact. Facts are true.” Yet scientists cannot demonstrate their truth without resorting to their own specialized knowledge and language, and their own immutable assumptions; their initial ‘givens proved’ generated by scientists long gone. If I’m to truly understand them, I must know what they know. I must be educated as they were, and indoctrinated into their school. I must take it on faith that what has gone before really has been proven. I must believe in their creed. How am I thus different from the lowliest believer in a god or gods he cannot see?
Did you feel it? Did you witness it? Last night. Around 8:00PM. Or thereabouts. I felt it… Kinda like a hiccup. Or maybe just a tiny bit of gastric inconsistency. Honestly, I thought the carpet had bunched up a bit. Just the tiniest bit of an unconscious stumble. A stutter. A hitch in my giddy-up. A catch in my ketchup. A tick in my tick-tock…
Huh! So this is what it feels like… This what it feels like to be conscious and alive, during the time of a momentous historical events.
Today is the 800th birthday of the Magna Carta; a document more revered than read. Issued and acknowledged on this date, is was almost immediately repudiated by King John. Or the Pope, depending upon whose version of history you happen to believe.