I wasn’t trying to define God. Maybe it’s strings down there, or subatomic gnomes (and then we’d have to probe further to discover what makes them tick). Maybe

I wasn’t trying to define God. Maybe it’s strings down there, or subatomic gnomes (and then we’d have to probe further to discover what makes them tick). Maybe we’ll never be able to know because knowing reality would require knowing all of reality (a la complexity theory). All I was saying was that it seems to me like the mystics I’ve encountered aren’t super attached to what they hope the outcome is. They’re interested in it, deeply curious about it, in awe of it, but not attached to it. There’s a far greater emphasis in mysticism on seeing the world as it truly is (and being able to accept it, regardless of how amazing or fucked up it may be) as opposed to how we want it to be.