“In the beginning was the word…. ” Years ago that grabbed me. What if the universe was an idea, a possibility? And we are needed to make it manifest? Is God the originator and are we essential to fulfill this vision?
I liked this theory because it meant that, contrary to the dour, punitive teachings of my childhood, God was not sitting far removed, judging and noting. No, God was fluid and all encompassing – and we are the complement. That further meant that our struggles, and woes were not visited sadistically, “God will only send you what you can bear.” Or worse, as Marie Killalea explained to her cerebral palsied daughter, “God loved you so much, he chose you to bear this cross.” Who needs enemies?
It meant that every act of courage, every gift of self was building God. This gives deep meaning to our struggles. Without them, Jerusalem could not be built and God's word could not be made manifest
So when I read SuperBrain by Deepak Chopra and Rudolph Tanzi, it was with deep recognition. Here was the science that underpinned my fledgling idea. Very simply, according to quantum physics, there is no hard reality. A tree is not a tree, standing there solid and unbowed; it is dancing particles, translated by our senses into the rough bark and swaying leaves we recognize. Lord knows what a dog sees when it looks at one. Certainly nothing poetic, just a convenient piddle post.
Chopra and Tanzi argue that our experiences don't result from our brain chemicals, but rather that our minds decide how to use our brains. That our choices influence the synapses and pathways in our brains, so thar we create our brains from our life experiences. This makes sense as science has proved that a baby of seven months can make all the sounds it will need for any language, but by age two the brain has been pruned and those sounds that will not be needed are deleted.
There's the saying, “cells that fire together, wire together”. The pathways we use get stronger, those ignored die away, which backs my mother's lectures on self-control. “It's like a muscle” she would tell me. “You have to exercise it.” It is also why brooding on a grudge intensifies it.