I had a dream last night that I was with my Dad. (My long dead stepfather, not my biodad – but my stepfather was the only Dad I knew for most of my life, so to me he is just Dad – or Bob.) In this dream, which I now can recall only vaguely, I was helping him tend to some outdoor stuff – digging or planting, or something.
I’ll skip right over the fact that I am very much an indoor person and don’t dig or plant, to get to the heart of it.
I was with my Dad. I was keeping company with him. Despite the fact that he’s be dead for over a decade.
Now, as will be more and more obvious, I don’t think I was really, factually, with him last night. I am a devotee of reason, and don’t believe in the factual truth of the supernatural. It was a dream, nothing more. Factually.
But this got me to thinking – perhaps while it is inarguably true that I wasn’t with my father factually, perhaps it is equally factually true that nevertheless I had the very real experience of being with him. In other words, perhaps an experience can be true and real, even if the object of the experience is not.
Food for thought, right?
In other musings, it occurs to me that I will have to think deeper on my twin goals of creating an over-arching meta-framework for spirituality while also separately coming up with my own personal implementation of it. Perhaps the meta-framework can be not just a framework, but a valid instance of itself, in it’s own right whilst still being useful as a template for other spiritualities.
I guess I’ll keep pondering and fumbling and see what happens.