It was late, as I finally made my way towards home. I was alone in the street, with the hush of night surrounding my existence.
As often happens in such a situation, I thought of the miracle of our existence. I don't understand. Why am I here and now? How come there are these elementary particles flying all over the place, with natural laws governing them all?
13.7 billions years of physical abundance, and presto, we are here, as conscious beings, the enigma of the mind-body remaining unsolvable as in the days of Baruch Spinoza. The efforts towards the solution have not moved an inch.
I am not associated with any organized religion. However, at such moments I am convinced of an order beyond human comprehension, which we might refer to in the name of God, not necessarily meaning human-like, but some "entity" responsible for the whole thing.
Among those who consider themselves rational, the very idea tends to be rejected, as something that belongs to prejudices and superstitions of past times.
The Bible describes the life's processions of Jesus Christ with poetic precision of human psychology. The observation is keen and without mercy.
He was despised and rejected.
"He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering (Isaiah)."
What the Bible describes in this great passage about the fall of the savior has always been a source of inspiration for me.
What is essential and fundamental can be despised and rejected, as if it was worthless, something to be disposed of.
This truth, put to beautiful music by George Frideric Handel in Messiah, is something to be cherished and thought over when you approach an idea which tends to be ridiculed by the intellects of the day.