Here’s how I see it, you may not like it, I’m probably wrong, but what the hay.
We evolved to have feelings and to have intellect. The intellect doesn’t really understand the feelings, it can’t put them into words. We can describe the mechanics, e.g. blue is light at 440–490 nm, but not what blue feels like, whether it’s happy or sad, what happy or sad feels like, etc. We try to understand all these feelings but we’re just not equipped. We only need one law of gravity but have zillions of love songs because it’s impossible to capture the totality of feeling romantic love.
We naturally base many of our explanations on “I”, on our ego, but a few see beyond that, Jesus is one of them, and He gave us another way. Trouble is, and this is a big problem, we aren’t satisfied and want every last inch of our beliefs to be uber-rational. But they can’t possibly be when we can’t totally ground spirituality in words, so folk come up with loads of differing explanations. For us Christians the yoke is only easy if we accept that Jesus is trying to get us past all of that, past our egos, towards finding the humility to accept what we truly are.
We’re not gods, we’re not computers, we’re animals with just enough ability to ask questions we can’t really answer. Christianity makes sense to me, Buddhism makes sense to rossum, but none of us really knows, how could we?
Here’s part of a Sikh prayer about this. Read it with our ego and it’s just chocolate box. Read it in full humility and it may make such perfect sense that we’ll giggle at ourselves for our puny conceits (I think that’s the intent, it’s said at bedtime to help sleep).
*The sky is the azure salver,
The sun and moon Thy lamps.
The stars are Thy scattered pearls,
The sandal forests are Thy incense,
And the breeze is Thy fan.
These, along with the flowers of vegetation,
Are laid as offerings at Thy feet.
What other worship can be compared to
Nature’s own Festival of Lights?
While the Divine Music resounds within.
Thousand are Thine eyes, yet Thou has no eyes;
Thousand are Thy forms, and yet Thou has no form;
Thousand are Thy lotus-feet, and yet Thou has no feet;
Thousand are Thy noses to smell, and yet Thou has no nose.
I am enchanted with Thy play.
It is Thy Light which lives in every heart,
And Thy Light which illumines every soul.
*Set to music by Snatam Kaur (nice video too) at
youtube.com/watch?v=fUL679-8Zv4