David Brooks dips his finger into the percolating god-or-not debate, but refuses to taste.
Actually I find his portrayal of neural buddhists rather satisfying, it even returns a touch of dignity (dare I say, purpose?) to the aimless bazaar of scientific secular materialism. No point arguing about the existence of God, experience something sacred and those middling questions lose all interest. That's how I know when I've met someone truly mystic, we're too absorbed in relishing the wonders of human life to bother with fumbling pedantry.
The article did leave me wondering one thing. If we are hardwired, biologically and psychologically, to have experiences of the sacred, transcendent experiences, experiences of love and wholeness, what exactly is the point?
After a giddy little god-trip I inevitably come down, unwind, and return to my normal mundane and limited daily perceptions. Why do I strive to experience oneness? What's the point?
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