014 Gratitude

Alright, this one's kind of a cop-out, but other people have posted very short entries and personal nonfiction, so I don't feel too bad about it. 

014 Gratitude

I've written something like 5000 words, at least, all just directionless ranting to try and ease my mood. It hasn't worked. I feel awful. I feel beaten down and raw, and there's nothing I can retreat to that gives me any comfort. Except earlier today, I saw something, just a generic post referencing a relatively old interview.

To set this up, an interviewer brings up the "god of the gaps" argument, the idea that if science can't explain something, then GOD. No, that isn't an error of grammar, though it is an error of logic. In response, Neil deGrasse Tyson replies, "If that's how you want to invoke your evidence for God, then God is an ever-receding pocket of scientific ignorance."

Such a simple idea, one I've probably heard a hundred times, but this repetition came at just the right moment. The words "ever-receding" resonated in my mind, and for a moment, I felt warm. I felt comforted.

I am grateful for Mr. Tyson and those like him, for the words they say, sometimes in casual passing, that shine out like a light in so much endless night. I am grateful, because some days, I feel I hang on to hope by a very thin thread, and those moments, those words, are new threads reaching down.

The future may not be as rosy as Mr. Tyson implies, but at least I'm reminded that the possibility still exists.