Moxie the Philosopher … Maybe
Moxie laughed, grabbed Able and swung him around and around in an impromptu kind of dance. Wide-eyed, Able couldn’t help but smile. She was always so vivacious and had an alluring impishness about her that seemed to pop out just when he was starting to take himself too seriously. He’d always had a tendency to make mountains out of molehills; Moxie could instantly shrink those peaks into tiny little dirt clods with no more than a wink and chuckle.
Able couldn’t help but melt in her arms. All the tension slipped away … again. Breaking with home, family and church – and doing it right before the big rally, to boot – had been more than difficult. Able Dilettante hated making decisions, after all, and this had been a big one; in fact, one of the biggest in his life. As soon as he got back to Moxie, though, she just laughed, splashed him with water and dared him to catch her! And so he chased, and she let him catch her, and he was happy. But something else still kind of worried Able’s mind and he couldn’t help it.
“O.k. So you’re still bothered and want to know how I can be a ‘Christian’ agnostic. You’re so funny.” Moxie planted a nice, strong kiss on his forehead. “You really oughta chew on some philosophy awhile. Take a couple of courses as electives; do some reading on your own. You know, get one of those toilet-time philosophy books to read while you’re on the pooper.” She laughed again and swung him around a couple of times.
“Or maybe not… O.k. So when I say I’m an agnostic, agnostic means ‘without knowledge,’ right?’” Able nodded his head. “Good, but there are different kinds of knowledge. You know, there’s what we think of as ‘scientific knowledge,’ of course, but science – any science – only goes so far. Know what I mean? There’s only so much you can prove scientifically. Thank God! But there’s still stuff you know; things you know in your heart and your mind. And even though you can’t put it under a microscope, you still know you know… You know?”
“Yeah, I guess…” Able hesitated. “Yeah, you’re right. O.k. I got it.”
“Good! But then there’s another way we … ‘know,’ and you might call it ‘spiritual’ or ‘mystical’ or ‘soul knowledge.’ You definitely can’t put it under a microscope, but sometimes you can’t even put it into words. Or, you know, if you try it’s like you’re trying to describe the indescribable. And to make it even stranger, this ‘knowledge,’ and I’d definitely put the word in quotes, is a ‘knowledge’ you may not even fully understand … which doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, does it?” And at this Moxie howled. “But it’s true, babe; it’s true.”
“You’re crazy, you know that?” Able smiled as she mussed his hair.
“Yeah, I know. But anyway, when I say I’m an agnostic – someone without knowledge – you know, where God and faith and religion are concerned, I mean the first kind of knowledge and maybe even some of the second. After all, you can’t put God or prayer or faith under a microscope any more than love. You can’t scientifically prove any of it … but I don’t need to scientifically prove God any more than I need some stuffy scientist who bathes in chemicals to come along and prove to me that you love me. Ha! I already know that!”
“Wow! Quite the philosopher now, huh?” Able shook his head. “You never cease to amaze me, Moxie Keener. God, there’s always something more; more mysterious, more beautiful, more intriguing… I don’t know, but you’re right. I do love you … more than anybody on the planet.”
“What about off planet?”
Moxie snatched him again, roaring with laughter, and pulled him down to the ground where they rolled over each other a few times until they settled with Able half lying on her with his head on her chest. Moxie squeezed him and said, “I love you, too … more than anybody on or off the planet!”
Written by noblethemes
January 18, 2013 at 6:54 PM
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