You're right, Jane. Nothing can exist without the Word. Everything we can feel with our physical senses could be an illusion, but we certainly know that the Word is real because it's inside us.
Ain't it ironic that it was John who wrote: "The Word is Love".
I believe in the God of the Bible. I also believe that the half-naked savage in the bush who prays to a god of Life and Peace is worshipping the same thing. I believe that our scientists are discovering the workings of God's universe. I believe that man and dinosaurs roamed the earth together, just a few thousand years after it was created: http://creationmuseum.org/ http://creationmuseum.org/whats-here/exhibits/
OK, I don't believe that last one. But I do believe that we all have homework here on earth, and that is to try to be as good to each other as we can. Realistically, at least for me, that means more like trying to fail miserably at that task as little as possible. I do believe in the biblical Jesus, and in life after death, and I'm pretty sure I believe in some version of Heaven if you're good (with permanent front row seats at all Beatles venues, including Quarry Bank High School, and gigging with the boys in various hotel rooms in 1964). But I don't believe that people who don't share these beliefs are necessarily condemned to an eternity of Wayne Newton.
I can't justify these things, but they are there. I kind of think it doesn't really matter if someone believes these things or not, so long as they practice Love of fellow man. Jesus, ...?..., Ghandi, MLK, they are all tapping into the same thing. And somehow the Beatles felt Love was the key to life also. To me, that's pretty cool.
BTW, I follow the string theory and expanding universe stuff closely too. My theory is that every thing that has happened since the beginning of time also occured in an infinite number of different ways in an infinite number of different universes. So in one universe, I'm going to hit "Post" in about 1 minute. In another I say this is all too silly to commit to the internet, and I hit delete. In yet another, just before I hit send, I'm struck down by a flaming pie. Taken too far, this kind of thinking can make you crazy because then it really doesn't matter what we do, because an infinite number of other "us"-es will do it differently, covering all the bases.
And sometimes I think we are all one fraction of some sort of a translational rotation from anywhere, or anytime. Sort of like one of George's songs. Whoops, this is sounding a bit like one of those nutcase posters who like to visit now and then. Maybe I should just delete all this ...