Remember the old saw about how you can call a sheep a dog but that won't make it bark?

I find some science boring. But not all. I can say the same of spirituality (in its various guises). The systems of thought are there for us to make sense of this world (universe) we live in. The miracle of life--well, it's a miracle to me--is the fundamental question facing all of us. Thus, we pose questions like "What is the sound of one hand clapping" and ignore whether the question is actually fair. After a while, it ceases to matter, because the search for meaning is a contextual process governed by the deepest considerations of a billion brain cells performing functions we can barely guess at.

Recall the old shaggy dog story about the fellow searching for the meaning of life and whether there is a God. He travelled the world and with the last gram of his strength made his way to the world's wisest man who sat atop a tall mountain where he had been contemplating these very questions for his 97 years of life. When the seeker finally reached him, with his last gasp he said, "Tell me o' wise man, is there a god?" The wise man replied, as the light left the seekers eyes, "Maybe."

There are aspects of belief that cannot be proven given our limitations. So too are there aspect of science that present as proof but are really not. The disertation concerning black holes (above) was brilliant. But we have no way to do anything but surmise, mush in the same way we surmise the existence of God. By definition, we cannot 'see' black holes. We extrapolate their presence, but like the box in the box in the box, we are finally, for now, left with supposition. Once, quarks did not exist in science or reality. Now they exist in science. And, so I am told, reality. But for all I know, it's God playing with building blocks, and I am not about to say He didn't inspire the genius that found quarks and made them exist.