Abraham 3

(January 13, 2014)
What are we supposed to see, when we look up into the heavens?  We understand so much about how the universe is constructed, and its staggering scope and size.  We understand how the various celestial bodies interact (and I wonder whether governing is correlated with gravity), and just how many of them there are (10,000,000,000 stars in our galaxy alone).  It is beyond human comprehension the numbers, the scope, the size, and the everything.  This doesn’t even factor in that the math doesn’t work properly, yet, because there is both energy and mass that we cannot identify.  And quantum mechanics still runs haywire with any true attempt to understand everything.

And yet we know so much, but the wonder is still there as we look up into the sky.  On a cold, clear night we get a glimpse into the scale of the universe.  We feel, somewhere deep inside, that something more is there.  This is a response that isn’t hardwired into our DNA (why would it be?), but comes from somewhere else.  I can understand, somewhat, why the great prophets of old were astronomers.  On the one hand, they were looking for Christ’s birth (and the new star), but on the other hand looking into the heavens can teach us things that we cannot learn looking down at the ground.  I don’t understand why that is, but it is.