Abandoning Reality

I do not know this to be true and I do not believe it is a thing that can be known as true: the acceptance of faith is not an abandonment of reality, but a deeper acceptance of it.

We all have this "thing" in our perceptions that causes us to take pause from time to time; sometimes we smell that the meat smells bad, so we throw it out; sometimes we feel that turning down this road is dangerous, so we take another; sometimes we perceive a threatening aura from a person, so we avoid him; sometimes we "know" that a thing is bad and we steer clear of it and other times, we "know" that a thing is good and we embrace it. I'm not talking about math, physics or any other form of demonstrable science that we embrace as the final answer to life's unknowns... I'm talking about the gut--that sensation that can be known, but only right now.

There lies what seems to be the difference, but what turns out to be the eventual link between, knowledge and faith: certainty. Have you ever known a thing to be true, yet had no demonstrable evidence to back it up? Have you ever felt, in your core, that an unseen compass was pointing the way? That's faith. It cannot be explained and it cannot be known, insomuch as it can't be repeated.

What is faith's chore in our lives? Is it a holdover from primitive man, or is it imperative to our existence?