Without a doubt

Blind faith is what keeps us going. Each morning I wake up in blissful ignorance of the radio waves washing over my slumbering body. I turn on the farsight, the television, in full faith of its reception to this invisible force, content in the contact my pocket phone provides with the wired and wireless. There is no room for questioning here, we accept the unseeable without a doubt; surely, we say, it is only natural that these things exist. And yet when it comes to a more spiritual abstract unfathomable dimension, faith couldn't be further from the truth. We are defined by our cynicism, skepticism and ambivalence towards this mysterious other-worldly order, demanding some tangible evidence. But by our very existence, our lives are either a pursuit or a denial of this Truth; no in between. And for the more fundamental amongst us, convinced they have found The Way, I offer you doubts, questions and insecurity. How can we claim discovery, understanding or summation of this Truth, when we are the pot and not the potter? My faith is the acceptance of this bedwarfment, an acceptance in our place as creations, creatures, finite beings in the presence of the Greater. All I can hope is to find a small window on this eternity, as the bricks of fallibility obscure a full revelation. So draw back the curtains and gaze out my friends.