Sunday science.

Ahh, I like church.  I do!  Some people think it is boring, or pointless, but I go to church and I feel like… well, I feel like I’m closest to being home.  I always come away from church feeling a little bit of a high.  That feeling fades throughout the week, but then on Sunday, boom, there is God, waiting, always faithful. I know that’s silly. I know that God is there throughout the week, and the challenge is for me to meet him. And I try to, and some days I am able to.  But there is still something about church that feels good to me.

I remember a segment on some infotainment news-type show in which there were scientists who did brain scans of people who were in worship services (of various different religions) and they found that there was a particular area of the brain that was especially active during the moment that worshippers felt this “high”.  I don’t quite remember, but I think they were trying to prove that spiritual experiences were simply a rush of neurotransmitters in the brain, nothing truly spiritual at all.  They thought they had pulled a fast one on believers, but really, most believers would credit God with the design of the human brain and all of the chemicals therein which make it tick.  So what did they really prove?  I think it’s silly when people base all of their arguments on the idea that God and Science are mutually exclusive.   They aren’t!  Duh!

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Sigh… ence.

Today I attended a conference at Monona Terrace (designed by Frank Lloyd Wright in 1938). (Built in 1997, 38 years after Wright’s death). (Home of Michael Feldman’s Whad’ya Know?) (I had to look up these facts, I don’t know these things). Anyway, it was a conference on various medical aspects related to the aging process, featuring a cast of reknowned doctors and scientists. I could stumble through a recap of things I had learned about aging, but instead, here are some very concrete thigns that I learned about myself today:

1.) I have ADD as bad as the next Millenial.

2.) I exist, for the most part, in an entirely different universe from most doctors and scientists. Up until recently I would have said this was because I was uninsured, and a doctor was something as exotic as a snake charmer as far as I was concerned. But today I realized that there is this entire realm of intelligence, of incredible research and scholarship, and in comparison I am prone to feel very stupid. I know that I’m not stupid, but sometimes, only sometimes, science has the power to make me feel like I am.

Did I ever mention here that I would have had a perfect GPA in high school if not but for one crummy semester of Chemistry?

Also, it is driving me crazy. KT–reveal yourself! I can’t figure out who you are!

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