Perhaps there are some fundamental questions at issue here. For example, if a
Golden Ratio exists within and throughout nature; the human body includes this, as DaVinci was
hardly a crackpot, nor Dan Brown just a quack trying to make a fast buck.
But
how did it get there? WHY does this Geometry exist throughout Cosmos, as the very
structure (shape, pattern, composition) of human DNA, and in the design of the planets orbiting their parent stars?
While some might not believe as I do, that Mighty, Awesome LIVES are incarnate (
literally incarnate, as we are) via celestial bodies, and even the microscopic, subatomic forms which compose our Universe ... I think the contributions that a Buddhist or a Taoist might have to make are just as worthwhile and worth listening to as
mine.
The language of chaos theory will mean little to me
if not explained or set within some kind of context with which I am familiar, yet if I dismiss the theory out of hand
simply because it is unfamiliar, who is the fool - me or the chaos theorist? Perhaps the theorist is wrong, but I will never know until I
listen.
Yes, there are those who believe that
stuff just happens. I suppose the T-Shirts with
1,000 variations on this philosophy are about as
religious as they care to wax ... but I find it extremely disrespectful, especially on a thread under `Belief and SPIRITUALITY,' to suggest that anyone who believes in Sacred Geometry is a crackpot, or has ripped off the idea from
more reputable, legitimate scientists, or is misguided and deluded because
they do not properly appreciate this subject - followed by,
here's how you must see it.
I can squelch the sarcasm, but not the insistence that anyone who actually cares about the subject take the time, and demonstrate the respect, in listening to what others have to say ... and be reasonable about expressing his own views, which means acknowledging that they ARE views,
NOT some kind of inflexible, unalterable DOGMA.
In this, the hardcore scientists are often no better than the religious fanatics, and I sometimes think it might be fun to just lock 'em all up in a great big room together and see who's the last man standing. Talk about killing several birds with one, simple stone. Solomon, eat your heart out!
