The sun always sets, whether we see it or not. The ocean’s still there, regardless of my location. Gravity keeps me from floating into space and jumping out of buildings, and even with all “that” education, I couldn’t really tell you I completely understand the formula for gravity or string theory or relativity or chaos or even electricity. When I push “send” on this computer, I’ll be darned if I can explain how those little pixels, dots, and vibrations get this message to work. But I remain on the ground and the light turns on, regardless of my beliefs or limited thinking.

Copernicus had a heck of a time convincing his fellow humans about that earth-sun thing. Science is great at proving what we know; the things we’ve figured out and arrived at conclusive conclusions for. The laws of life, the ones we understand and the ones we don’t, keep working with or without me. We’ve stopped burning people at the stake for “wacky” beliefs and theories. Or have we? If I came up with an engine that would burn fuel on horse poo, would someone hear me? Smell me sure, but listen?

So, as the rainy season takes hold in Costa Rica, it’s easy to forget that the sun sets in glory every night. I’ve got to think there’s a whole lot of things we do not understand. It’s comfortable to stay in the dogma we’ve all created - you know that fear based web of goo stuck on the bottom of our shoes that hold us back. It was meant to be changed, challenged. When I look to the west, I can be sure around 6 p.m. (Costa Rica time) that ball of fire is right where it should be.

P.S. Who is John Gault anyway?