God is something we cannot fully understand. God could be something without consciousness, after all. Who knows? If we do, we would be gods too. Maybe we can figure it out. Maybe not. We try. We at least have a purpose, then. Therefore, priests, both the modern scientific high-priests, and the ancient prophets and saints, are each of our best interpreters of god. At this point, I must say that you will find all of this in Hinduism. In Christianity. In Islam. In Judaism. In Paganism. In Pantheism. In Scientific Industrialism. In pretty much every religion or philosophy out there which lends itself as a way of approaching god/truth. To some Jesus is God. To others the Word of the Prophet is God. To many others it is an image, form, shape, thing, thing-less-ness, everything and nothing. To atheists nothing is god. Everything is god to a pantheist, as it is to a theoretical physicist.

Science is a way of life to perpetually approach truth. So is religion. Religion used to be the science of god, until science took over as the religion of pursuing truth. And truth is not what we expect it to be. It is often misunderstood with love. Love nurtures everything, including life. But truth promises not to nurture, but to reveal. Truth is a revelation, an emergence, and a new experience all at once (who cares about truth without an experience, anyway? If something cannot be perceived, at any level of sensory experience, be it our five senses or the experience of the supernova of itself, it cannot constitute truth). It favors neither construction nor destruction. Therefore, it both constructs and destroys, in life as in nature. Truth merely reflects life and nature for the complex combinatoric systems they are.

Are both god and truth finite? If they are, will we ever grasp their perfection in time? Will all we ever have to define god and truth turn out to be nothing more than a tricoloned set of rhetorical questions? Something can be said for sure in this nausea of uncertainty. Art gives us a glimpse of the other side. Ask Adele. She controls sound waves with effortless genius just enough to make a phone call to the other side. Art is transcendental. Like Jason Silva says, “art can truly give us a glimpse of the other”. Art is our ticket to a heaven with or without virgins, men or women. And, baby, we may never need dollar bills to buy this ticket. We need cheap thrills.

Truth is something we cannot fully understand. Truth could be something without honesty, after all. Who knows? If we could, we would be truthful too. Maybe we can figure it out. Maybe not. We try. We at least have a purpose then.