Rejecting Science

I must disagree, for once, with Dostoevsky's perception on science, and how it is much like religion, which somehow makes it easy to toss aside as if it held no real significance in life.

There are many kinds of people in this world: there are those who cling to religion, those who cling to science, those who cling to their own mixture of the two, and those who do not (or cannot) cling at all. The argument comes down to whether or not the feeble line we cling to is tangible or not- meaning, can we prove its merit of strength?

The religion I was brought up with is widely based on blind faith: I cannot see this God, I cannot hear this God, and I cannot prove His existence, but I must believe in it. Despite whether I am sorry for it or not, I cannot rely on this blindness.

If I must choose to believe in something I cannot see with my own eyes, I choose to believe in the atom, subatomic particles, magnetic fields, and so on. Because although I cannot see them, I can firmly know they are there because it has been proven countless times and continues to be backed up every day.

And, sure, this may just be human construct and interpretation of the immense universe that surrounds us; perhaps we are all born with permanent rose-colored glasses because our brains must shield our puny minds from the possible endlessness of reality, but hell, I take what I can get. If I reject both religion and science, then what is left?