our limited minds
cannot grasp mysterious
forces that sway stars
Adapted from a statement made by Albert Einstein in the interview, What Life Means to Einstein, for the book, Glimpses of the Great (Macauley, New York, 1930) by G. S. Viereck.
Mr. Einstein said: We are in the position of a little child, entering a huge library whose walls are covered to the ceiling with books in many different tongues. The child knows that someone must have written those books. It does not know who or how. It does not understand the languages in which they are written. The child notes a definite plan in the arrangement of the books, a mysterious order, which it does not comprehend, but only dimly suspects. That, it seems to me, is the attitude of the human mind, even the greatest and most cultured, toward God. We see a universe marvelously arranged, obeying certain laws, but we understand the laws only dimly. Our limited minds cannot grasp the mysterious force that sways the constellations.
As much as this should focus on Einstein and God, I am not so sure that Mr. Einstein did not play to the media of his day with statements like this.
More, today, I was struck by the imagery.
The imagery of the child in the library, the huge library.
Focus on that child for a moment.
What kind of child?
There no other descriptors.
There are no limits.
Not a small child.
Not a smart child.
Not a child of any race, age, religion or any thing else.
And that’s us.
And BOY Howdy, our limited minds cannot grasp the mysterious force that sways the constellations, we can’t even grasp, by how much.