On religion and science: I am convinced.
Religion and science have traditionally been thought of as polar opposites, or, say, an oscillating tug-of-war between frameworks for perceiving the world.
They are not two sides of the same coin, as lectures on electromagnetism would have us visualize repeatedly—a false analogy in this case—but together a collective, dichotomous worldview that we humans have developed. They are our two entry points into reality.
Interpretation and scientific thought, ironically, seem to be religious in nature. There is nothing strictly “scientific” about the curiosity or hunger for knowledge that fuel our science—a “leap” occurs when translating one’s marveling at the world into a logically-driven, systematic endeavor. Going a step back, one sees that being human, being conscious and aware, perceiving the world, and having states of mind conducive to scientific thought (which certainly elude mathematical quantization) come prior to hypothesizing and concluding, to formulating the questions we subsequently answer. Understanding existence is not a given—it is we who, in our dimensions and capabilities to yearn for it, work towards it.
And suddenly, they’re more intimately tied than ever before.
I find it funny how physicists have no problem with Schrödinger’s cat being dead and alive at the same time until the damn box is opened (at which point all quantum physicists inevitably fight over “wavefunction collapses” or “constantly evolving universal wavefunctions”), but many Christians still find a mystery in God existing as three persons at once, just like a superimposed wavefunction of the soul.
