I believe in science and have had a lot of experiences that lead me to believe math is a language used to describe the metaphysical, and whether divine intervention, there are patterns and things that happen that seem to appear in nature when they statistically shouldn’t. Things that point to more than my day job and Netflix. Maybe it’s monkeys typing Shakespeare over an infinite time, yellow car syndrome, projection, but it’s just so narcissistic and small minded to think we know it all and this is it, and we’re not connected to anything more than the mundane, ants scurrying about a spinning rock consuming our environment until our cave collapses becoming another dead satellite spiraling toward a burning star. I’ve experienced love. Wonder. The unexplainable. Just because we have Western words to describe something, doesn’t make it less magical or spiritual.

Have you read 100 years of solitude?