There is a fencepost, a remnant of our backyard fence, with a bolt hole that I can see when I sit in one spot at my kitchen table. I can see through the post, even though it is about 3/8 of an inch. I saw it a few years ago while I ate a meal. If you came here I could show it to you.
When I see the hole, that sensation sets off a combination of thoughts, different each time, that usually takes me into a mental exploration of whatever mix of information is clamoring for attention in my mind. I might be rational, or mystical, metaphoric, euphoric, depressed, tired, happy, confused, or otherwise occupied and seeing that hole changes my view of the whole.
These days, (Jackson Brown song), I have been slowly working on reading a book about dark matter. So far, I don’t know anything about it other than it is present and we know little about it. I find it amazing and fascinating to consider things beyond, or surrounding this tiny planet circling a star that is spinning around a galactic center surrounded by galaxies, etc. Or to consider matter from Hydrogen stars imploding and creating elements made of atomic structures of tinier stuff, and the Quantum concepts that may bind all this together.
Humans have discovered a huge amount of information about elements, their chemistry and physics, and we have used that information to rearrange how we live on the planet, and we don’t want to have to change that living arrangement, even if we push the biologic systems to a point where we have to change how we live. I can write this, and you may deny it, but it is like the place where I can see the hole, it is there if you look right through it.
That hole also reminds me of the space inside our minds where reason and logic cannot go. It is the bedrock of belief, faith, and it breeds a certainty that we often bolster with sacred texts, or we use our opinions and biases as the starting point from which we dare not waver. That is like believing in a Big Guy sitting on a Throne of Heaven, or believing in a Free Market that fixes all our material wants, or a political system based on”…nasty, brutish, and short…” or “democracy”, or theocratic rulers, or money, all of which refuse to admit there is a hole, a black hole deep in the basis of our belief. It could be that the discomfort of seeing the hole is such that we would all contort ourselves to avoid looking for the hole in our belief. We could kill, intimidate, or otherwise force others into agreeing that there is no hole, no distortion in the way we hold tightly to a lifestyle that ignores anything outside the comfort zone, no matter the amount of energy it takes to maintain it.
It is dark and empty in most of the universe, except that dark matter is present. It is dark and empty when you first sit, silent inside, no jabbering mind to keep the illusion intact, taking a breath and exhaling. There is a constant din, in the world of humans, trying to shut out the places one might see through the hole. We may revere someone that can effectively show us something beyond our reason and our senses, or we may rather want to kill them for showing the hole.