MIRACLE OF MIRACLES
The miracle of miracles is infinity.
Those searching for the beginning
of the Cosmos will never find it, and
those searching for the end of
the Cosmos will never find it, be-
cause there is no beginning and
there is no end. The Cosmos is
infinite. You and I are miracles.
Every blade of grass is a miracle.
Every microscopic organism is a
miracle. Indeed, every creation in
the Cosmos is a miracle. The mys-
tery is why we seem to experience
our exIstence, and all we encounter
in it, as reality when, in fact, that is
patently untrue. The finite is an
illusion: to wit, take a 12-inch
ruler and divide it by 2, then
divide 6 by 2, then 3 by 2, then
1 ½ by 2, then ¾ by 2, then ⅜
by 2, then 3/16 by 2, then 3/32
by 2, then 3/64, then 3/128 by
2, then 256 by 2, and so on.
You can do this infinitely. I did
this in 6th grade, and this is
how I discovered that infin-
Ity, not the finite, was reality.
Regardless, what remains of
the illusion of the seeming finite?
What purpose does it serve? My
only idea is my own notion “Know
truth by untruth,” a paradox in its
own making. The illusion of
the finite remains a mystery,
but it has never been a miracle.
Einstein spent the last 30 years
of his life trying to prove the
Unified Field Theory, but
never could. I believe he
thwarted his own efforts
because he was using finite
principles instead of the reality
of infinity.
Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished writing his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
