Just a Thought

From a speck came life; complex and anecdotal. Think about this for a minute or so. While science has yet to come to a conclusion about what started the Big Bang, I would turn your attention rather to the idea of the Big Bang. We generally accept it as truth because it suggests truth, yet turn a blind eye to the improbability of it all. In sequence, giant balls of gas, hot particles, and things came from supposedly nothing. Humanity may think they can do anything but when it comes to making something from nothing, we don't have that ability. I don't believe we ever will. Physics, as we understand it, always has something whether in relationship forces or light or molecules of unidentified dark matter.

We believe things fade and lose momentum, our guess at what the universe will look like at the end of matter is bleak; a place merging black holes that consume themselves for eternity. Time there is irrelevant because there is nothing to sustain the act of time. Will the universe continue to nothingness? Probably, probably not. We simply do not know. Yet we think we do.

But let us consider the "something" we do know. It is structured. It is mathematical. It is not completely random. Everything happened in sequence. Life could not happen unless it happens in a specific condition in a specific sequence as far as we know. I'll let you come to a conclusion on your own what any of that means. If it means nothing, I will not believe it. Every kind of molecule in our body somehow formed to be a cohesive, functional, and specific collection of parts to somehow act as a whole person. It doesn't make sense that any of this is random.

It simply isn't mathematically possible. It seems to me that Earth is simply too perfect to be random. We have a moon to balance us and just big enough that from the distance of our sun we have eclipses. We have a magnetic field just strong enough that it protects everything on the surface of the planet without inhibiting its growth. We have a sun just strong enough that it holds us at a safe distance without pulling us into it's melting embrace. It's simply all too perfect. That never happens except in thought.

But it did. And so here we are. Killing each other because we think that's our nature. Natural selection and all that.

We are here and we've made it seem like we are the universe. We are a collection of specks unwilled together. None of us chose to be here. We are simply here. I call that a blessing.

I call it a blessing that I am even aware at all. I call it a blessing that I exist at all. I call it a blessing that somehow the genetic line of my ancestors didn't get killed off by mass extinction of the human race via preditors, temperature, poison, or every other million ways humanity could have died.

So I don't understand why we are okay with killing each other. We don't eat each other's flesh (minus the cultures who still do) because it causes us illness. The more diverse our genetics are, the more likely we are to survive. It seems to me that humans were meant to thrive. But it seems to me we've forgotten that. We have this brain, a very complex brain that no one knows really anything about (even though we've studied it extensively) that is capable of complex thought, planning, envisioning, etc. We seem to be ending ourselves too soon.

We seem to not understand the miracle that is this Solar System, this Earth, and human life. Everything seems to me to be by design in our corner of the universe far before humanity ever existed. I don't believe we're a coincidence of space-monkey brains (a real theory by the way). It simply doesn't make logical sense. What makes sense is that everything seems to fit together if it is sequenced in just the right way. What makes sense is we could learn a thing or two about natural design, and not ideological primitivism. I am not saying nature is our god, but I am saying that maybe God isn't impossible.

What I am saying is we have this amazing complex brain somehow formed after millions of years of properly sequenced particles throughout time, and we have forgotten to use it in consideration of the something that we are. Because so far all we know is that something came from nothing. Logic says there must have been something outside our idea of existence because so far something always makes more something. Perhaps it was a thought. A thought is held in a particle of matter but what is the thought itself? Nothing unless it acts on something.

Perhaps a thought was all we needed. A thought that existed before any of this, because it definitely wasn't human thoughts or alien thoughts in our reality.

Perhaps Descarte wasn't completely loony. Perhaps instead of "I think, therefore I am," is actually "I am, therefore you are." Not so crazy, think of the dead cat paradox. It is both dead and alive; it exists only in the state it is perceived, but that alters its state.

Somehow we exist, and we question our existence. Why do we exist? Perhaps it is because there is something thinking of us after all.