Have we succeeded in deriving a formula for the process of salvation?

I fear not.

As our practical brains whizz around the ideology of 'common sense', 
we shed away the soul we used to wear.

The soul, the very sign of faith.

Faith that we had misconceived to be mindless fiction, is the food to our thoughts, the flesh to our bones.

The sixth sense itself is faith, and faith alone.

Yet, we feed ourselves heartlessly to the theories of the universe, concocting aimless hypotheses to explain the world.

We know not, the miracle of childbirth.
We know not, the mystery of death.
We know not, the meaning of life.

And here we stand, amidst harmonic disharmony.

Amongst clear confusions. The world is in chaos, drowning in lies.

Or so says The Second Law of Thermodynamics.

In this quiet mayhem we live, a peaceful disarray that wrecks into our conviction, turning us into steel-hearted robots of the 21st century.

And what do we achieve by chasing practicality?

By filling in the blanks that our ancestors had already answered?

By refusing to believe in a power that controls us?

What do we achieve? By drawing more blanks for what seems unanswerable, when the answer is lying before us?

What do we achieve? When we lie on the bed of death, with no soul to struggle for, with no life to keep?

What do we achieve? When we have nothing to bring with us as we disintegrate into ashes?

All we are left with are questions of the future.

A future that had been built in the past.

All we are left with is another void, another blank. Another irrefragable question.

Does humanity know?

Do these smart, intelligent homo sapiens know

the way to ______?

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are science and faith on two different ends of the spectrum?