Spirits in the ethereal world

We are spirits in the material world, so the song goes. What is material about the world? Newton boiled it down to particles with well-defined behavior, though there are some notable inconsistencies between the observable universe and what Newtonian physics predicts.

Then Einstein came along and said (if I understand relativity at all, which I might not), we shouldn't "nevermind" that, we need to patch those holes, so he boiled down to discrete units of energy with well-defined behavior. But there were still holes, they were just smaller, and took eight years of college to detect.

So now we have quantum theory or quantum string theory or some other theory that none of us regular folks, even the pretty smart ones, really understand (certainly I don't), but there are still holes that drive guys like Stephen Hawking up a wall. But in any case I hear that at the quantum level things get quite unpredictable and the units, which are hardly discrete, start behaving unpredictably, with a sort of life of their own. I fail to keep my finger on the pulse of physics research to a sufficient degree to claim to know how far this rabbit hole goes, but none of these pills seem to make me larger; each seems to make me and the whole universe more empty and more insubstantial than the last. So "we are spirits in the ethereal world" is perhaps closer to the mark.

The Heisenberg uncertainty principle, if I understand it at all, tells us that the better you know where a thing is, the less you know about what it’s doing, and the more you know about what it’s doing, the less you know about where it is. What this means is that things are not so much firm objects in space and time, but more nebulous clouds of possibility ; the more you nail down where they are, the less they seem to be anywhere at all.

By being afraid to explore the deeper reality of the universe, we also deprive ourselves of the deeper meaning. I think the scariest thing for us, though, is the deeper meaning, because inevitably it tends to imply that our self-importance is a delusion. Like currents in a river, we are not made of the same stuff from one moment to the next, yet there we are. But the reality is, if we choose it to be, that the more we understand the ethereality of our form, the more we see ourselves as patterns in the flow of space and time, the more miraculous we become--perhaps more miraculous than we had ever thought possible--and as organizing forces in a chaotic and unpredictable universe, more important than ever.

Realizing this, perhaps it's not so hard to understand how there could be some creator God out there with time in His busy schedule to love each and every one of us.