In the world of what we call 'the real' there are basic differences in kind. We all move, live our lives and have our beings in different 'sorts' of realities.
The broadest differential between them is that of the seen and the unseen, the visible and the invisible.
I invite you all to close your eyes and visualize a pencil.
(Here I ask for a show of hands from those who have 'seen' a pencil and proceed to ask about the details... color, down to the 'point' - Does it need to be sharpened? Is the pencil new, or old and worn? The answers are revelatory-Only you can 'interpet' the significance of these details which are not so much properties of the pencil, as of the visualizing entity-you.)
It is in this world of the visible that we spend most of our waking lives, and even when we dream it is of images as in a movie.
But there is another world-one that is less familiar to us perhaps. This is the world of things which, though unseen, are absolutely real to us. The world of the invisible.
Not only is this area of reality invisible, it is beyond the physical world-it is with this area that metaphysics deals.
Metaphysics=beyond the physical-an area of reality in which it is hard to believe at times. It is not hard data, yet here is where we reference the soul, the spirit, God, immortality.
We are apt to say we 'believe' in these things - yet we all know that we know them directly at times.
I KNOW that my Redeemer liveth...and that in this flesh I shall see God.
This is quite simply unbelievable. Yet I know this as surely as I know that this is a pencil I hold in my hand. With greater assurance indeed.
Where is this knowledge rooted? Where did it come upon us to thus know?
I submit it is inborn. We knew these things before ever we were born into this world of cabbages and kings and all manner of things and pencils.
We have heard it from our inception and perhaps before-we have heard it before we ever knew a 'word' that signified any 'thing' that could be seen.
It is a knowledge bestowed upon us by our Creator.
We have heard it in the womb in the melodies our mothers have hummed and in the coursing of blood and the beating of her heart.
That is the meaning of 'Metaphysics is a visitation upon our human nature.'
We retain this knowledge for but a short while, and then it is gone, and must be regained.
It is my purpose in introducing these thoughts to invite you to ponder these things which are close to all our hearts, but which we have largely forgotten in growing up.
It is vitally important to our well-being that we remember these things before it is 'too late.'
Not the end-
Oh, one thing more-a postscript via Beethoven:
'MUSIC IS A HIGHER REVELATION THAN PHILOSOPHY'