Seeing With Soul

I’ve been thinking a lot about spirituality, and how some people don’t believe in it. For those people, anything that can’t be replicated in a lab, anything that doesn’t depend on the scientific method, forfeits its right to validity.

At one point in my life, I probably would have argued with those people. But now, as I approach the tail end of my twenties, that just doesn’t seem to be a smart use of my time.

Before, I would have felt anger, indignation for those people whose world revolves around things that can be touched — that is, things that can be crushed.

Now, I just feel pity.

Honestly. I’m not saying that out of some misguided sense of superiority. Rather, I say that because I can’t imagine having a heart that hasn’t been exposed to the truth, the brilliance of possibility in this universe.

I’m deeply interested in psychology. All of the great thinkers earned my respect long ago, even if I do feel as though our understanding of “logic” is still largely Eurocentric. But as I understand it, there’s nothing like being touched by something you can’t explain with words or formulae. There’s nothing like having that strange dream, that sense of foreboding, that one false start.

Whatever you believe, I just hope that you believe in more than what your eyes can make sense of. Our eyes, as brilliant and miraculous as they are, do not see all. They are fragile, just as we are. Learn to see with your soul.

Keep dreaming, friends. And as always, keep breathing.

-D.