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What Is The Spirit?


You have probably noticed that on the right-hand sidebar there is a picture of a book, with the caption “Available Soon.” I am having a hard time getting the cover to print the way it’s supposed to. It looks perfect on screen, but the proof copies do not have the bar code on the back. I have been going around and around with the printing company, but the problem remains unsolved. But I’ll get it yet.
 However, today I want to write a bit about the book itself. What is it about? Albert Einstein wrote, “Everyone who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that a spirit is manifest in the laws of the Universe – a spirit vastly superior to that of man, and one in the face of which we with our modest powers must feel humble.”
When we plant a seed and a plant grows, we say, “The seed grew into a beautiful plant.” But it is a lot more than that. In order to reach their full potential, seeds need to have certain essential nutrients available: nitrogen, phosphorous, potassium, sulfur, magnesium, calcium, etc., as well as water for hydrogen and oxygen, and open access to light and air.
Plants acquire the necessary nutrients through their root systems.  Without the introduction of seeds, all the nutrients, sunshine, water, etc. would remain dormant forever. And without the nutrients the seeds would just remain seeds forever.
This begs the question: Why should there be an interaction? Why do not seeds just remain seeds, nitrogen just remains nitrogen…water just remains water, etc.? What invisible creative action causes these apparently unrelated entities to transcend and transform themselves into producing something that is more than just the sum of its parts: a brand new plant? Some invisible creative activity must be at work.
Persons with a religious outlook will attribute the underlying process to God, Jehovah, Allah, etc., while those with a scientific outlook will attribute it to entropy or perhaps, “tiny strings vibrating through ten or eleven dimensions.”
I call it the Spirit. The book is an investigation of that Spirit.

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