Two inquisitive minds set out with similar questions which obliged each to begin from the same point, and on equal footing. It wasn’t a race or competition they anticipated, mind you, but a quest instead. A search for answers to curiosities springing from a well that would not be stopped.
Their shared questions: What this? Why that? How come? When? Why here? gave them a momentary sense of camaraderie. As they floated along in the same stream they traded suspicions and congratulated each other on specific observations. For a while, then, the two could amicably and happily content themselves in their common search.
By and by, they arrived at a fork in the stream and there was great discussion about which direction to take. One stream was slightly wider and its current more brisk as a consequence, the other retained the same width and flow as the original. One inquisitor felt that answers were probably best obtained in the wider stream, the other felt more comfortable with the status quot. Imminently, there was no reconciliation, the two parted ways and stayed the course they thought would best answer their questions. They never saw each other again.
For a time, the streams continued on without change, answers refused to be found, but the curious contented themselves in their individual decision and pondered what it might mean, if anything, that they chose differently.
After, say, a fortnight, one of our seekers discovered a profound answer, a vigorous stream itself feeding into the original waterway, fortifying it with the new information – its banks were widened, its flow increased, its current quickened. Steadily, almost consistently, creeks and other streams, in the form of answers, found their way to the questioner. Before long a wide river of knowledge stretched out on either side and ahead. There was life with this river. Green trees stood solid and sure on each side. Birds and bugs filled the air. Fish and algae dominated the water. Vibrant; enviable; this river would continually be fed with new streams, leading the seeker to countless, continuous, and beautiful discoveries.
I wish I could report that the other seeker shared a similar fate in success at finding aswers. It seems the stream of this questioner had no other resources to keep it flowing. Sure, seasonal creeks would donate their runoff, but the crucial steady supply of new water was absent. The queried mind worried somewhat about this lack of new energy and it was left to contemplate only the answers it had so far acquired. Those would be recycled continuously for want of fresh information and as a result the stream eventually dried up. This curious seeker then, wandered a desert-land bereft of life and the dawnings of new days.
It is an easily observed case from my perspective. I stand on the mountaintop of time and history. I can see precisely where the two parted ways. My eyes savor the beauty of the wide silver gleam that morphed into a behemoth river and they track stream upon stream of answers flowing into its arms. I scan the valley to find the other seeker. Ah, just there. Only recognizable by its origin, where it diverged from its companion. If I trace its route I can see the gradual shrinking and final ending in a small pool of a lake whose only source is the one stream. There is scant evidence of life and when the lake fills with sediment and dries, as all lakes with only a single feed are wont to do, that life will dissipate, allowing desert to arrive.
Observing these two is an exercise in the profound contrast of outcomes.
Science and Religion set out with similar questions which obliged each to begin from the same point, and on equal footing. Their shared questions: What this? Why that? How come? When? Why here? all attempted to define man’s place in the universe. From the mountaintop of time and history, we witness the destiny of each. This is a story about Questions, and Answers – an exercise in the profound contrast of outcomes.