The Pondering Pond

Lily found herself starring at a pond so placid, it mirrored a willow tree, and in it she could see a perfect reflection of the setting sun.  Words couldn’t justify the splendor of this scenery; in the same way that language so often fails to adequately convey God’s beauty.  Language was created to help us translate just such experiences, but how much of life’s magnificence and glory got lost in that translation, she pondered, contemplating the methods Neanderthals may have imposed prior to the invention of language.

This may seem contradictory – to be philosophizing on Divinity and Evolution in the same moment.  Most people thought Lily was a walking contradiction herself – she was a scientist and a nun.  Yet there was an ultimate truth behind the mask of her two worlds that those same people declined to grasp, which put simply is Energy?  She believed that energy created this universe and what is God if not the purest form of energy?

Lily longed to make her mark on this life; albeit unparalleled with the obsession of fame her generation has morphed into a vain epidemic (nevertheless perhaps it is arguably relatable). She wanted to change the lens people viewed the world through, which in turn would change the way they lived their lives. This was an anonymous and sacrosanct fame she craved everlasting and far superior to any form of celebrity worship relished by the masses of our era.

So she embarked on her own personal crusade to bridge the gap between the futile war amidst science and religion, because she posed they were fighting the same fight. She proclaimed religion and science were two sides of the same coin, or two strands of the same helix, as it were.  If people could just see things the way she did maybe the crimes committed by zealots in Gods name could be prevented, and the Holy wars would cease because we could accept that all our religions and all our deity’s are simple aspects of the one – the same energy, which none of us will ever be able to infallibly define anyway.

Though a nun she may be, and the bible she does study, she does not believe that there is any one BOOK that a certain denomination possesses where you can find the proof of God. Instead his confirmation manifests in nature.  The same nature every single human being in this world shares: A rainbow over a snow wrapped mountain, or the pink tinge on the clouds from a setting sun, or the placid ponds just like the one she is currently starring at her own reflection in.

And it was in this pond that she had her epiphany.  What a scientist might call an altered state of awareness and a Christian may call an answered prayer (yet nonetheless the same inference).  Maybe she was going about this the wrong way.  It’s true that we all come from the same place, the same energy – whatever and wherever that may be.  And that the only difference in us all lies the in the infinite  variety of lenses each theory, religion or culture view the world through…  Yet It’s not her view, her lens that people need to understand and uphold.  Rather that each and every lens is syndicated into a colossal kaleidoscope.  And more importantly, however many lens that kaleidoscope may have, it’s still the same celestial spyglass through which we all gaze.

 

Jen McCall

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