Sunday Reflections: E = Mc2 of the Soul

Man in his quest to find a limit has yet to find one. Math has no limit that we can see, for there will always be a number after a number, and to this, we say the largest number is a googolplexianth. When I was a just a girl it was simply a googol. (When the name gets to be as long asSupercalifragilisticexpialidocious it is possible, we will have hit on something) For all our satellites and microscopic devices, we have not yet to discover the smallest soupcon of our interior nor have we seen to the end of the cosmos. Scientific minds propose many theories. They have even gone so far as to try to find out if beings have souls and if so are they measurable. We gain ever more acquaintance with the universe, or the smallest particle or the space between the particles, but the rest is just a supposition.

Scrutinize, dissect; that is what we do, each of us. We explore our universe, our inner-verse, our thoughts, our feelings, our souls, should we believe that souls exist not just in and of the mind, but as a separate entity. As for me, I think, let humankind persist with this endeavor to explore, for that is what we are. We are to query from the beginning. We will be seeking resolution until the end. Nevertheless, this I feel is true; we will never find all the answers in this dimension. We fabricate our theories, each of us individually based upon our own knowledge.

I am not a brainy person. I know this because I know some exceedingly quick people; a small populace with photographic memories, with textbooks for brains. No, I do not possess those gifts. I am unremarkably gifted. I do not say this to degrade myself in any way. No, far from it, I am a human being and as a human being, I am different and the same as you or Stephen Hawking.

However, just as Stephen Hawking with all his massive brainpower knows that he does not know all, I with my limited understanding must surmise the same for myself. Yet, I can decide on my own, given an inner discernment (something not measured) that I do possess a soul that even as my bits and pieces may die as my brain fades away, my soul will not. Yet I cannot tell you why.

W.C. Fields, who claimed not to believe in God found himself queried while reading the Bible. The on looker asked, "If you don't believe in the God, why are you reading the Bible?" His answer, "I'm looking for a loophole." I laugh to think of his familiar diction in answer to the question.

My mother once asked me when I was no more than 12 years of age, "Why do you want to be a writer? Everything worth saying has already been said. What makes you think you can say something new or different?" I knew she was correct on a certain level. And yet, having read more in my short twelve years than she had read in her entire lifetime, I knew that the same thing could be said, in a million ways and each way could have uniqueness to it; an inimitability that could stir a person's soul. Possibly just one individual, or maybe millions, but it did not matter, I had to put words to paper and so I did. In addition, if anything, in doing so, my soul stirred, that is all that really mattered at the time.

Even as I write now, I write for my Creator, for my Savior Jesus Christ. I write to bring clarity to my mind. I do not presume a single soul will stir, though if it were so, I give the glory to God. My belief system created through investigation, of my mind, body and soul, and the sum of my experiences causes me to do so. No, there is nothing new that I have said. That is where my mother was correct. My soul has spilled it on the page none-the-less. I have a soul full with the Holy Spirit this morning. Whether you protest it to be false or not is of no concern. Whether you believe that you have proof that what I believe is false matters not. Not to me; I have found my truth and it has set me free.

I believe I will see clearly one day, and that day will be at the throne of God and I'll touch the hem of His garment to be filled with the knowledge of all that is unclear. In that moment, my soul will blossom like a rose and all the mysterious petals will unfold, with each unfolding bringing me joy and enlightenment, and my soul will live on for eternity. The soul and eternity, we cannot measure, not by fathom, by weight or by hypothesis.

Love, Faith and Hope these three, but the greatest of these is love. Whatever, your knowledge base, whatever conclusions you come to; may you come to this conclusion. Love your neighbor as yourself. Have charity in your heart and in your hands putting it first before all things. The m in E=mc2 stands for mass, if it stood for matter the whole equation would be for not, so say the scientists. What does any equation matter without love? Of course it cannot be proven, but many people; some possibly more incisive than our best astrophysicists, think Love is what makes the world go round. The truth, the light, and the way: may you find Him now. God is Light. E=mc2 plus the extra energy it would have, were it in motion. I think that this is Einstein's broader equation. (Though do not hold me to it) You can set the mass to zero and still have energy. Where does that energy go? (Just Saying!)

[Writer's note to Stephen Hawking: I love you and if I am, right God loves you too]