My Journey

Why am I here? What am I looking for?



Why are you reading this prose written by me, bouncing round the ether and eventually read by you, the reader.



I can say that I have looked for God as a child and I did not find him. But the idea of God has many meanings. Maybe I have searched in the wrong place. In any case, the fact is that I gave up on any kind of God for a long, long time. I have no religion whatsoever, but yes, I can tell you for sure that I am looking for something. I used to be looking for a scientific understanding of observed phenomena in nature, how the universe came into its present state, a description of the fundamental interactions and particles, why their properties are the way the are, etc, etc. I used to believe that the scientific method is the only way to probe those questions, but at the same time I do not know whether those questions have an ultimate answer.



Would an ultimate answer be God?



I am a man of Science, but yet I am also a man of Art, of Philosophy, and of Thought.Can the rational calculations of Science exist in harmony with the beauty of Art, the Power of Philosophy and Thought?



I am also interested on the many levels of human interaction. From the Spiritual to the Instinctive. Is there a basic need for us to harmonise and feel comfortable with our peers? And from where does this drive come from?



This, Reader, is my journey.

On the train

The other day when I was sat on the train to work I was thinking how odd it is that people can be in such a small space, packed together, and do their best to ignore everyone in that space. Hide behind a news paper, listen to music, look outside, inspecting your bag, anything will do. Now why is that?
Is it as simple as just not wanting to have strangers in your personal bubble? Or is there more to it?

For example, we do not sit close to these strangers out of free choice. In fact, if we had choice we want to public transport to be at our disposal only. Put your feet up, read the paper, scratch your behind without anyone seeing it and so on.

We can state that being near to strangers discomforts us. We try not to be there. Is it because we do not trust these strangers? Are we hostile to everything that is unknown? Do we not know how to deal with strangers? Or as the Dutch say "wat de boer niet kent, dat eet hij niet". These coming weeks I will have a little experiment on the train. I will be very open towards the strangers, I will try and open a conversation. Can one person make the difference? To be continued.