Psychic Illumination

As I watch dawn lighten the velvet skies of night, I wonder at how much humanity has lost. True, we have gained much, but at what cost? Where once the earth was dark enough for us to view the heavens in their starlit glory unmasked, now earthly lights dim that glory. How many mysteries have been unravelled? How much wonder have we lost? I do not contest the fact that we are progressing. But sometimes it seems the cost of that progress is the wonder we used to have at the slightest sign of a puzzle. Soon all the joy of living will be lost, won't it? We won't wonder at UFOs, or psychic phenomena, or in the pure wonder of existence. Because when we hold all the keys, what mystery is left for us to ponder over? Perhaps that is why I view science with a tiny hint of scorn. Things like fortune-tellers, the auroras (borealis and australis) even, once inspired awe in the hearts of mankind. Now science tells us that the auroras are caused by collisions of particles in the Earth's upper atmosphere. Granted, it does not change the beauty caused by these dancing streams of light, but it takes away part of the charm. Is it just me? It seems like a pity to me that science is determined to end all inspiring phenomena that occur naturally, just by explaining the mechanics. Soon the world will cease to hold any wonder, that spark of inspiration that people find in looking at awe-inspiring occurences in the world we live in. Of course, scientifically-inclined people will object. I agree on some counts that science has gone a long way in benefiting humanity as a whole. Take the science of medicine for example. Millions are saved each year as a result. Yet...somehow I am unhappy with the way science erases wonders our ancestors once wove stories into stories, drew inspiration from. Imagine a child's wonder at seeing the world for the first time (not that he can remember it. Memories start from age 4, apparently. Hmph.) and then losing that wonder as he grows up. It is the same, isn't it? Age brings experience, and as our intelligence slowly develops...we listen to our heads more than our hearts. This applies to a broad range of topics. Where are the psychics, the romantics, the artists? What will become of them when science erases the magic of emotion? The ethical debate regarding science is not new, yet the dimensions of such a debate are unfathomable. This is just one fragment of the view regarding science. *sigh* The world we live in is splintered, seldom do we have unanimous agreements, yet I find that all agree on one thing. Humanity has lost its spark. We move, we live, we breathe. Yet we find no wonder in such an act. Instead we propel ourselves to better our positions in society, through better education, through better job offers. No one looks at the wonders of the world anymore, and those who do are trying to unravel its mysteries, thereby diminishing its very wonder. It is not the same when you view a mystery with an enlightened mind. But this begs the question...are we to remain ignorant just so we can draw upon inspiration? It is a tough question for me too, and I doubt that I will ever be able to answer with a clear heart and mind. There you go. *triumphant* Intelligence wars with instinct. My heart wishes to remain naive in its innocence, yet my mind quests constantly for answers. Our descent into ascension has already begun. *bows* I will still look upon the heavens with a child's innocent wonder, and feel hope blossom in my heart. Who else does that? *shakes head*