Not long after the angels incident, spies were hiding atomic bomb plans and lists of secret agents on microdots under that period. Then electron scanning microscopes were showing detailed photos of an ant's antenna in biology class. Right beside the bugs that live in my eyelashes. Yuk!
Thirty odd years later and the brain of my computer can almost hide behind that period. A computer that can store the entire school library, including text referring to the angels and pinheads, each indexed for easy location and retrieval. Photos of the beasties, moving pictures and the sounds they make while mating are still more recent.
To be honest, my angels still resemble something an ancient Assyrian carved to place at the gate. I have not been able to follow science from the microdot onward. Science, however, can now not only place angels on the head of a pin, but also import the heavenly choir with full symphony orchestra. This, and space in the center for formal ball dancing with room remaining for the wallflower white jacketed observers.
I remember my father talking about seeing his first airplane and the first auto in town. I have watched in my years allotted, the new rise from the old. New then soon becomes the past.
We did not know what we did not know until new instruments were invented to measure that ignorance, forming a new department of science. Divisions were created within division creating smaller and smaller areas to study and name within a whole.
Probably one quarter of the language I use today did not exist thirty years ago. Certainly the concepts behind the words did not exist. In many cases the parts have been subdivided so many times that sight of the whole has been lost. Still, the search continues into the darkest recesses of the smallest division and beyond. In the process of peeling the onion full circle has almost been reached.
Science may not be able, or care to try, proving the existence of angels to place on that pinhead. Many are close enough to this area of non-science to suspect a circle is forming. Science, religion, theology, philosophy and metaphysics have had separate paths for centuries. Now those paths seem to be converging. Important as all the naming, classifying and intellectual pursuits are, there comes a time when naming is not enough.
Sitting in a room staring at a pressed plant is not always the full story. There is a garden out there where the plant lives. The intellectual pursuit is coming full circle to what resides at the center. Life is not one or the other, but both. That which makes us a whole by uniting all parts is the same, whatever the naming of the unnameable. Gardeners have always known the spiritual connection that resides in the center.