How It Begins

 

Colors in the market of banners, skirts,

vegetables, processions with icons,

golden brass horns, scout uniforms,

kaleidoscope microcosm of what it

must have been like, shortly after the

Big Bang,

or, something like it.

 

We really don´t know. Science is the

only hope left, after all the cults have

been debunked, superstitions

abandoned.

But, all science has to offer is the same

thing: hope. Subject to the fallacy of

misplaced concreteness, science can

come up with only models that fall short.

Now, even the Big Bang is in question.

Scientific Materialism: the last religion.

 

So, I go back to the market, the ¨rag and

bone shop of the heart,¨ as Yeats wrote.

The market, where the day starts coming

together, from the ground where it sits,

recapitulating,

in some sense, (as Robert Anton Wilson

would say) a continuation of the hologram,

and the world seems real.

 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DKv5pGanA2E