Easter Sunday is for deep thinking.

My theology teacher once told me, many years ago, that the resurrection of Jesus was symbolical of the rebirth of the mind. Reborn into a new way of seeing the world; a new way of being. He said that it was later Christians and the Church, who gave it it’s current form. It was never supposed to represent physical resurrection. Controversial stuff. But not new.

My experience tells me that we know nothing much and that faith is overused.

Our knowledge is like a building we construct from the top downwards. This means that until we have discovered the foundations of knowledge, we are not sure if the whole thing will stand on its own merit or not. And as knowledge continues to build downwards, using tools such as the Large Hadron Collider, most of what we actually know remains built upon mostly theoretical foundations. We live in a world unsupported by indisputable fact.

That is a good thing.

I like the Zen saying that goes something like:

Before I sought enlightenment, mountains were mountains and rivers were rivers. While I sought enlightenment, mountains were not mountains and rivers were not rivers. After I reached satori (a glimpse of enlightenment), mountains were mountains and rivers were rivers.

Mountains or rivers are as they are because we are the way we are. For Zen, knowledge is not something to be described on paper in a variety of formulas, but something that is lived. Knowledge is experience.

For nearly two thousand years, Christians have been trying to interpret, reinterpret, understand and struggle with the events around the life of a man who lived long ago.

While I sought enlightenment, mountains were not mountains and rivers were not rivers.

Even faith is a struggle. Maybe we need to live an inner certainty of not-knowing and in this not-knowing, be free to live in a world that is-as-it-is. Mountains should be left alone to be mountains.

Poets should be our scientists and spiritual guides…

Because philosophy arises from awe, a philosopher is bound in his way to be a lover of myths and poetic fables. Poets and philosophers are alike in being big with wonder

Thomas Aquinas

Maybe we should not be Christians or Buddhists or whatever. Maybe we should just be humans struck with the wonder at the opportunity to be alive?

That is a question. Not a statement. Personally, I agree.

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