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[Feb. 22nd, 2002|10:21 pm]
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This is something I wrote in one of my Pagan groups. I liked it so I'm hauling it over here. We were dicussing whether science and religion are mutually exclusive.

Quantum physics is where science and religion do begin to mesh. When they discovered that the mere act of observing something can change the outcome of that thing, science stopped being completely concrete and the human factor became part of the equation. After all, what is the power of a prayer or a spell but the human mind attempting to bend the will of the universe and the known laws of physics to a specific need? The fact that science has now demonstrated that such bendings are quantifiable, recordable, and repeatable just verifies what we knew all along.

Does this take the gods out of the equation? I think not. Just because science can demonstrate something doesn't mean its not still miraculous and divine. I can believe that the gods created evolution and have grown along with us. Even if everything is eventually explained as a power that we have within ourselves, there is still space for ritual and worship. We may be the gods incarnate, in the end, but even then there are disciplines to learn.

I think the greatest lesson of the goddess is that the divine and the mundane truly do exist side by side. There is nothing so powerful and creative as the act of birthing, but it comes with all kinds of mess that someone has to clean up. The miracles are there, they just aren't free.

We're messy, petty, stingy little beings, yet we are capable of sublime accomplishment. Fearing that once science explains everything the world will be reduced to nothing more than black and white is the same as refusing to examine the detailed brushwork on a masterpiece painting; once you step back the beauty is still there, and isn't it amazing to comprehend the teeny individual elements that somehow came together as this great whole? Looking closely doesn't destroy that.
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