In theory.
Being able explain "everything" sounds nice, doesn't it? Wouldn't that finally elevate mankind to the God-status that we've already arrogantly granted ourselves?
Once you get into it, however, science is infuriating. Crossed-out numbers and tedium and a lot of dropped expletives and dropped beakers. Type-As with unusual social mannerisms obsessing over finding small things and smaller things and teenier tinier things that are so teeny and tiny that you can't tell where they are and how fast they're going at the same time. Then it turns out they actually might not even exist.
Reduce reduce reduce. Repeat repeat repeat. Fail fail fail.
Then, one day, mostly through luck and the unbreakable tenacity of scientific will, something coagulates the right way, or whatever, and there's a brief period of Mars-Rover-landing-type celebration. Maybe your PI buys your team pizza and gets sloppy drunk in front of you. You get rejected by 100 journals and one publishes you. Then you realize your study bred more questions than it answered and they're dividing and multiplying like a super-strain. The answers must be smaller. If there is truth, it must be infinitesimal.
Reduce reduce reduce. Repeat repeat repeat. Ad infinitum until you find something so small that it's infinitely vast.
Into the void we go again.
The only time God ever talked to me it was about science. Despite what they say, there is a realm where God and science coexist. I stumbled into it when I was 10. I was really into astronomy at the time, and one night was immersed in a kid's astronomy book called Galaxies, or something. Reading about the Universe (which, apparently, is a latte beige color), an eerie and ominous feeling came over me, like I had suddenly wandered into someplace I wasn't supposed to be. I came to know it as the feeling of "vastness," but at the time, I felt like a kid who went looking for the bathroom but stumbled into the teacher's lounge. It felt wrong. So I asked God if it was okay that I was there.
"Is this right? Are humans even supposed to know about things that are so....big?"
In a seizing and otherworldly voice that was not heard, but rather implanted into every neuron, "Why would they be there if not for you to discover them?"
"Wow, okay," thought 10-year-old me, and I went to sleep. Then I grew up to be an acceptably mediocre scientist.
Just in the way that science is seeing things happen that already happen, someday we will come to see what already is. What is indivisible and endless.
I think that God and science can't "co"exist, because they are the same thing, and they only exist to be discovered.
