Our need for religion seems to have lessened as our knowledge of Natural Law has increased. I am not arguing a direct correspondence. It's just that our unique and ever bolder pretensions to logic are evidently supplanting an earlier sense of wonder. The more we push the boundaries of our knowledge - the less we seem to depend on the concept of a 'creator'. In a strange way it seems that Adam and Eve's journey into knowledge has indeed, resulted in increasing the distance between ourselves, our paradise and our God. It's the unfortunate legacy of knowledge. Not as Sarah Adams wrote 'Nearer my God to Thee' - but indeed, further and further apart. But with this increasing distance, then here indeed is the the consequence - the picture of our paradise lost.
"Or if on joyful wing, cleaving the sky,
Sun, moon, and stars forgot, upwards I fly,
Still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to Thee"
It's that joy. The more we manage our prosaic - ego centric - and often, frivolous lives - then where knowledge abounds, with it is the systematic erosion of a dependency on God. We are reaching into some kind of uncompromising and brutal adolescence where we demand to talk to God as our equal. And we are tearing into the very fabric of His mysteries - with the rampant self interest that motivated the storming of the Bastille. Our arsenal is nuclear. Our needs are critical. And our energy is frantic. And that long romance with 'speculative science' that has meandered through our history. It has now run its course.
In short - we've run out of time. It's do or die. We can no longer tolerate delays in our knowledge. And this because our knowledge has only been partial and partial knowledge has only manged to take us to this brink of catastrophe. With or without our unwitting complicity - our new natural cycle seems to be moving ever nearer to some kind of global wipe out. And the signs of this are everywhere. There is no more time left to speculate. If our God is indeed kindly and forgiving and all powerful then indeed, He owes us a solution. Clearly we cannot cope on our own. And clearly, as this earlier prayerful dialogue has regressed, then there is no longer any time for joy. That relationship between the child, and his father so eloquently expressed by Donne...
But as I raved and grew more fierce and wild
At every word,
Methought I heard one calling, Child!
And I replied My Lord.
that's gone. We need more answers and we need them asap. Either that - or we must resign ourselves to a fate that will decimate the most of our population and destablise our societies and Nature along with it. There is much to lose. A whole world full of life that is about to get clouted out of existence. And no kindly God would allow that. Not under any circumstances.
Not exactly a happy day but regards, nonetheless