Musement, and Where Wandering Leads
Give some five or six per cent of your waking hours to pure play of thought, with no purpose but recreation and no rule but liberty, and belief in a creator arrives on its own — because nobody was reaching for it.
The mind drifts over the three Universes of Experience — mere ideas, brute fact, and whatever has its being in connecting things — and passes from noticing something to wondering how it came about. The absence of intent is doing the work: a man who sits down meaning to be convinced of religion is not inquiring in singleness of heart and will always suspect himself. Theologians scraped together every formal proof available and barely mentioned this one.
- musement
- instinct
- aesthetics
- reason
- natural theology
- philosophy of religion
- theology
- belief
- cosmology
Enter a dialogue
- You picture musing as a skiff pushed onto the lake of thought, sail open to the breath of heaven. What can drifting find that steering misses?
- Someone tries your exercise of idle wondering about the universe and never feels drawn to a creator. Is the fault in them or in the exercise?
- You say anyone who sits down meaning to be convinced of religion will suspect himself. Isn't recommending aimless musing as a road to belief already a purpose?
- Darwinians explain the beauty of flowers one way and of butterflies another. Why should beauty suffusing all of nature, sunsets included, have a piecemeal explanation at all?
- Everything we meet belongs to three Universes: mere ideas, brute facts, and things that connect, like signs. Why should musing across all three suggest a creator?