Welcome to day 6 of my experiment: Going through the Valley of Despair.
I grew up with my mother teaching me mysticism. She always spoke about the power of our thoughts, our words, and our actions.
Much of the faith I carry today was shaped by her — and, in a way, she balanced out my cynical side. Without her influence, I probably would have become someone who only believes in what science can measure.
Because I carry these two poles within me, I follow and admire people who inhabit both banks of the same river: those who rely on scientific rigor and those who find meaning in the less measurable dimensions of human experience.
Lately, I've been noticing something curious.
While the algorithm insists on pushing polarization, extremism, and headlines about division, I’ve noticed that science and mysticism have begun to meet in a more solid way.
Science is validating ancient principles that were always dismissed as “mystical” (though many scientists and professionals make a point of insisting there’s nothing mystical about it). And the reverse is happening as well — spiritual traditions are incorporating scientific discoveries to explain what was once only intuited.
At last, the two banks are beginning to stop competing for territory and are starting to recognize that the river exists only because both of them coexist.
Till tomorrow,
