God and the Cosmos
Into the Mystic
In high school, friends and I were having one of our typical philosophical discussions inspired by our English teacher, an alcoholic Brit. The class was the best class I had in the four year’s at the prep school I attended, and I had several contenders. The teacher nicknamed Diamond Bill, from a diamond pinky ring he wore and his first name Bill, a liberal and wonderful teacher, taught us not what to learn but how to learn, and anything was up for grabs for discussion in his class as long as you could support your thoughts. He even delighted in his nickname and insisted we call him by it the rest of the year.
One afternoon in class, one of the books he had assigned to replace the standard 20 or so books we had to read that year took us into a discussion of what nothing consisted of, more of a philosophical question than a high school senior English question. It was my sophomore year; I had placed out of and finished off the other three years worth already, and as we did not finish the discussion in class, three friends and I continued that evening in the dorm.
After several hours we had taken it as far as we could and decided that atoms were the smallest particle of matter (at the time) and that as we understood, a vacuum such in deep space, would at most have “space dust”, or “star dust” as CS&N sang, as all that existed within that vacuum. That, since atoms were known to be constantly vibrating and moving jumping hither and thither, than that moment when one left its position until another replaced it, would have to consist of nothing. Assuming of course that all of that sophomore high school science knowledge at the time taught to us held true. This was 1965. We were all 15 and 16.
I bring this up, because since then I have at each successive discovery of the smallest particle of matter held that vibration theory through which to filter my thoughts of life. I so easily accepted the talk of crystals and vibrations, and auras and sounds, to explain the physical and metaphysical, the spiritual and material that ran through all of the music, books and thought of the counter culture at the time.
Since the earliest moment I can recall thinking about space, time and me (or “I”) being a mystic was my default position, a condition of my childhood and family life. I was excited when theoretical physics moved into Quantum Mechanics and then ecstatic when it moved into String Theory.
At the point of String Theory, I could find no more beautiful or comprehensive way to describe what Robert Schragg calls in his book, The God Chord, String Theory in the Landscape of the Heart, what I had since lumped under the term the Universe; or space, time and I.
I tried for years just using the term God to describe what I felt (still would like to feel to some degree) as what Wayne Dyer and others refer to as Source and religions refer to as God. Nevertheless, years ago, I fell back to my days in the hill country surrounding Austin Texas and that period referred to as the “60’s” in which I went to high school and to college in the “70’s.” I finally conceded that people generally are referring to some kind of super human Intelligent Creator, a judgmental or loving, wrathful or gratified entity, which was beyond my comprehension.
The Universe seemed then as well as now, the best idea I could come up with for that which I perceive as this idea of Source or this belief in God. The idea of the fundamental building block of “Creation” as a single vibrating “string” of energy to me is as eloquent as it gets.
So we have this infinite number of vibrating strings, which attract like vibrations of energy, or similar vibrations of energy which upon their combination create a different vibration, to attract like or similar strings to create a different, (to whatever degree) a new vibration and so on until ultimately all of the matter of the Universe is created. Which then according to the laws of conservation and thermodynamics, break down to simple strings of energy. Those then once more start combining, ultimately to manifest as matter. This is to me as succinct and descriptive of what all of the masters and teachers from all of humanity throughout time have, in their own way, described.
The Universe, Source, God is a full piece orchestra moving through one exquisite symphony to another; one great piece of classic rock to a soul expressing blues tune to a free floating jazz improve to…
As each single note can combine with others to produce chords which can sound melodic and harmonious or cacophonous and discordant so goes the creation of matter and the human race, the soul and the ego, thought and word.
So, each of us is our own unique chord, a blend of untold number of single vibrations, our own small piece of music vibrating at some frequency. That frequency attracts to whatever degree others as we find ourselves attracted to them. That ethereal thing called chemistry, described by some, usually when talking about romantic pairings or Hollywood actors, but is also there between friends, acquaintances, family, etc.., could be nothing more, or less, than a fundamental law of nature.
I am at best giving a broad brushstroke to the finer details of String Theory, Quantum Mechanics, Physics, etc., etc… I am doing similar with the elaborate conversation by Robert Schragg in his book. However, I am looking at life with the heart of a poet, the soul of a mystic, the spectacles of my intellect and the curiosity of those nine cats my high school teacher accused me of nurturing.
So, I will just end with this for now, with these considerate words from Hamlet:
“And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.”
- The God Chord: String Theory In The Landscape of the Heart - Robert L. Schrag, Ph.D. | Feedbooks
String theory [ST] is a relatively recent development in theoretical physics that reveals the fundamental, irreducible building block of the universe to be an inconceivably tiny vibrating string. Everything is built of these strings. Hence, ST posits
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