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Einstein considered this feeling of reverence, this cosmic religion, to be the wellspring of all true art and science. It was what guided him. ‘When I am judging a theory,’ he said, ‘I ask myself whether , if I were God, I would have arranged the world in such a way.’ It is also what graced him with his beautiful mix of confidence and awe.
He was a loner with an intimate bond to humanity, a rebel who was suffused with reverence. And thus it was that an an imaginative, impertinent patent clerk became the mind reader of the creator of the cosmos, the locksmith of the mysteries of the atom and the universe.”

There is no “really real” there are only useful and non useful metaphors, models and maps! That’s frightful to nearly everybody: No firm ground to stand upon, nothing; It’s just metaphors all the way down; nothing, nada, zilch.

Can you live with that? Can you live with the conviction that “there is no ‘there’ out there?” I can and many others have since Job first recognized that we humans cannot know the purposes – if any – of the putative creator and sustainer of the universe. We are like the flea on a dog trying to understand the dog. Or better yet the fleas’ fleas. Or the fleas’ fleas’ fleas. Remember the old verse,

“Dogs have fleas,

and fleas have fleas,

upon their backs to bite them.

And they in turn have smaller fleas

And so ad infinitum.”

“Ad infinitum” meaning without end.

I tell you friends, it’s not fleas, or turtles or subatomic particles, it’s metaphors, models and maps all the way down.