Science and (most of) religion have a strange quirk in common. They both want -an explanation- for what and why everything is. They want solid cause. And a model that fits what is seen and experienced.

Interestingly, however, the form of cause they both demand is a fictional artifact, largely created by the structure of their linguistic capacities. The universe, time and space, beings and mystery have almost nothing to do with such abstractions. Stories and reality are referents of entirely different orders.

The idea that you could, with some reasonable degree of accuracy, compress reality into a story, is similar to the idea that a brief glimpse of a television advertisement for health insurance is equivalent to your mother.

It’s surprising that anyone would -ever- fall for something this absurd, yet nearly every single human being does. The reason is simple: it is considered customary to confuse descriptions and that which is described. This is the first step necessary to begin to treat beings first as objects, and later as mere tokens.

Some few later escape this catastrophic situation and realize that the humans are so incredibly confused that it is miraculous they can accomplish anything at all, let alone masquerade as intelligent. They realize that there is no reasonable description for the universe. And as for cause? Cause is largely generated by one’s interest, perspectives, character, and circumstances. It doesn’t exist in the way humans, and, particularly, their variously strange lawyers, endlessly demand.