Eggs are good for you. Eggs are bad for you. Organic foods are more nutritional; there is no scientific proof organic food is better for you. There is more data out there than any other time in our world. My friend Claire is reading James Gleick’s The Information: A History, A Theory, A Flood and is convinced information is what this world is about. Data, data, everywhere, but not a drop to consume.
My spiritual teacher said that science’s reach was to the extent of its ability to measure. However, I am reminded over and over again that there is no measure for love or compassion yet or that gut feeling. Mind and heart are always competing for dominance.
As I wrote an article last evening, a brilliant light shone through the office door window. There was a sudden increase of ultraviolet light streaming through. There was no need to measure the increase or check http://spaceweather.com to see if there had been a solar flare, the light shift had told me all that I needed to know.
Experience has also shown that my atomic clock set by satellite goes wonky (technical term for you non-scientists) when the solar radiation storms the earth. It was set to May 9, 2009 for two days last week until the storm subsided.
So do I believe data and appease my intellect or trust myself?
A visit to a friend’s house introduced me to her way of life. Her daughter escorted me outside for the grand tour only to abandon me to find a brooding hen. To my surprise she could pick it up and when she returned she placed it in my arms. When was the last time YOU held a chicken?
“I’m a vegetarian now,” she said. “I don’t like the way they treat chickens.”
My cousins had a chicken farm. I remember it all too well. While driving to Marion one day I was behind a truck transporting chickens cramped into small cages. This reminded me of a very effective ad once that stated, “Our milk comes from happy cows.” These chickens were not happy-they had spent their lives in cages that didn’t allow them to stand, move, or do anything except the biological process of laying eggs. My friends’ chickens wandered the yard, explored the woods, and from time to time leaped to the roof to proclaim the magnificence of life.
When I was leaving, my friend handed me a carton of eggs to take with me. When I got home, under the variety of eggs were the names of the chickens that had produced them. I noticed the yolks were yellower. When I cooked them, I noticed that the eggs had flavor. Baking with them gave superior results with a richer product.
So despite the recent data saying organic or free range may have no superior nutritional value, I will trust my gut on this one. Products of loving care share a higher value to me. I like knowing where my food comes from.