Entire human existence, according to one theory, can be explained by the need to restore a balance: if we’re hungry, we eat, if we’re thirsty, we drink, etc. However, what motivates us, what puts us in motion, is imbalance. Once we acquire a temporary balance, we become complacent and inactive. That’s why all religious descriptions of Paradise look boring.
Formal religion was never a strong suit for me: I attribute that to my communist-socialist upbringing, and also to the fact that there aren’t any valid, scientific proofs of anything that religion is talking about. However, I’ve always believed that human possibilities are limited, and that progress is happening in a limited sphere: there are things that weren’t given to humans to comprehend, so, we shouldn’t think, write, or contemplate about them, since it’s pointless. I believe that this is being religious, in some deeper, more intimate way.
