God is power. Science is power. Believe in God or be emailed to hell. Dont have to with science. It allows a living. God is unchanged. Science changes change. Most, including me, do know neither God nor science. Both in a way are faith matters. In a hospital bed, one is not sure what helps: a faith in God or in doctors of medicine. Power is all. Power of politics. Gods know, none else. Science is not a know all, suffers all. Big Bang is not the final word. Nor black holes of Chandrasekhar. Nor leaking black holes of Stephen Hawking. Science power is not final like God. Tuka, Namdev, Kabir.... Ram Krishna Haris are the last full stops. Namdev surrenders with a Kaya hi Pandhari, Aatma ha Vithal. A Stephen Hawking could never effect a bow as science allows for doubts, takes and retakes. God offers no allowance. Scientists are uncomfortable with immutable power equations; they write, they rewrite, rub out to infinity... That turns a Stephen Hawking and poet Arun Kolatkar humans. They are human. They cant abandon life and living relations like Tuka his wife and family, for Vithala. Met Stephen Hawking at Oberoi on a wheel chair. Me had no science to talk. Me just watched, a twisted piece of human existence, a living. Gave up on his books, preferring haiku poet Basho... His books black hole me. You need some courage to ask, probe .... Hawking has lots of it. That may deny Hawking a chair at the Lord's table. He may prefer a beer at a pub, share it with three cheers...'Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.' That's his living equation. And they say he could laugh, take all questions .... a decent bloke. Me mostly look at me feet as me needs and feels the Earth below me ... or take a tumble on a metro dug up Link Road. Earth holds trees and flowers, skies stars and space ships. God touched, curiosity goes. Curiosity bites, God goes. Life and Death constants in all equations. They bug scientists and saints. Hawking admits to no final solution unlike Kabir's Ram. Yes, me reads Bhakti poetry, pray at temples, darghas, churches .... But for me blooming sadaphules make sense; Rama-made gulab jamuns brights life; a Shreya birthday excites; Hawking curiosity suffices.
Wednesday, March 14, 2018
Bye, Hawking
God is power. Science is power. Believe in God or be emailed to hell. Dont have to with science. It allows a living. God is unchanged. Science changes change. Most, including me, do know neither God nor science. Both in a way are faith matters. In a hospital bed, one is not sure what helps: a faith in God or in doctors of medicine. Power is all. Power of politics. Gods know, none else. Science is not a know all, suffers all. Big Bang is not the final word. Nor black holes of Chandrasekhar. Nor leaking black holes of Stephen Hawking. Science power is not final like God. Tuka, Namdev, Kabir.... Ram Krishna Haris are the last full stops. Namdev surrenders with a Kaya hi Pandhari, Aatma ha Vithal. A Stephen Hawking could never effect a bow as science allows for doubts, takes and retakes. God offers no allowance. Scientists are uncomfortable with immutable power equations; they write, they rewrite, rub out to infinity... That turns a Stephen Hawking and poet Arun Kolatkar humans. They are human. They cant abandon life and living relations like Tuka his wife and family, for Vithala. Met Stephen Hawking at Oberoi on a wheel chair. Me had no science to talk. Me just watched, a twisted piece of human existence, a living. Gave up on his books, preferring haiku poet Basho... His books black hole me. You need some courage to ask, probe .... Hawking has lots of it. That may deny Hawking a chair at the Lord's table. He may prefer a beer at a pub, share it with three cheers...'Look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious.' That's his living equation. And they say he could laugh, take all questions .... a decent bloke. Me mostly look at me feet as me needs and feels the Earth below me ... or take a tumble on a metro dug up Link Road. Earth holds trees and flowers, skies stars and space ships. God touched, curiosity goes. Curiosity bites, God goes. Life and Death constants in all equations. They bug scientists and saints. Hawking admits to no final solution unlike Kabir's Ram. Yes, me reads Bhakti poetry, pray at temples, darghas, churches .... But for me blooming sadaphules make sense; Rama-made gulab jamuns brights life; a Shreya birthday excites; Hawking curiosity suffices.
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