divinity; or, the sliver thin difference between Pessimism and Optimism

Many people have a "divine sense" - or whatever sensory experience it is in which something "beyond" is felt, determined, smelled...the echo of the last god ringing in one's ears. Some attribute it to a divine spirit, reincarnation, an established religion...whatever. But whence comes this sense/impression/conviction?

The problem with those enthralled by what they find in the world is that, lost in glamour, they rarely stop to consider the looking glass history has given them to look through. The prevailing assumption is that reality is....merely what is there. Science has made all substance an utterly transparent entity, always within reach, that can be made to dance to our whims. So how unsurprising is it that we have no faith that this prevailing sense of mystery that dogs us at every turn...could come from the same world we interact with everyday? We are given stories along with our mother's milk, stories both of the mind being raised up and stories where the darkness and mystery are cast away (will Conrad's Heart of Darkness even be sensible to future generations?). Of course we will feel the need to invent something else, something infinite, to try and contain our aspirations and dreams.


But how far can we assume such things? Is this feeling that there must be "something else", at its core, not essentialy just pessimism about the capacity of the world we are in to meet the challenge of our minds? What arrogance, to think that we can know the nature of Being so through and through so as to know that we have to look elsewhere for the cause of these feelings/thoughts! We are seeds, scattered or tossed rudely onto the ground. We see that these seeds can sprout high, and from there - assume that this cause must be magical? Is not the simpler and more honest conclusion to draw...that we might have been thrown into soil rich in ways we cannot see?