-Epicurus, 33 A.D
It is interesting, I believe, to ponder upon the origins of the world, humans, the universe as a whole. For can anyone truly understand what is happening and what has occured?
Take for instance the fact that our brains grew from bacteria. Yet, even as our origins were something so formless, we all conform to specific molds and ideals within our race. We all have arms, legs, heads, skin. We all have generally the same skin color(none of us are purple and blue). We all perceive light, sound, feelings to some degree of similiarity. Our brains have evolved to sense the random particles of electricy hurtling towards our bared retinas as images and colors. Likewise, the tiniest bones and muscles in our body have developed within an organic auditorium to interpret vibrations and signals into tangible sounds that our brain then decodes and understands all within the blink of an eye.
We were once bacteria. We once were the mold growing upon rocks, the phytoplanktons en masse upon the vast oceans of a yet unchanged world. Now we have become so incredibly advanced beyond reckoning. To merely type this sentence I have developed motor skills, language use, vision, comprehension of these mysterious symbols on this strange screen of an unknown substance that somehow has been manipulated to take a current of unseen and untangible energy and project light in such precise measurements and angles directly into my eyes. The cones of my retinas flip the image, project it upon my sensory inputs, which then relay these signals, which are merely light and color at this point, to my brain. My brain is efficient and resourceful enough to decode, analyze, understand, and respond to these seemingly insignificant and intangible relays while drawing little to no energy from my body. Nature has somehow programmed each and every human to have the capacity to do these tasks and many more vastly complex activities. Nature must have it's own intelligence. A veritable Matrix, Nature dictates what can and cannot be thought of by mere humans. We cannot comprehend what is beyond our universe. It is mere logic that something should exist, yet how could we know? The truth of the matter is that we cannot, and we never will be able to. We just were not programmed to be able to. Perhaps there are some who would say to me "Yes, well I believe that there are infinite universes including our own". Well, that is a belief and nobody can know for certain obviously.
When we begin to think of the earth and the universe, we understand that everything is made up of atoms and particles of various substances. If there was a "creator" everything in his mind would just be webs and kaliedoscopes of atomic particles, all interweaving. All reacting, combining, splitting apart, fusing, creating the world in a tumultous cacophony of energy and activity. It would be like Neo in the Matrix, when he sees the world as it truly is, algorithms. We are all composed of the same things, you and I. If I were to be drawn upon a sheet, merely with atoms and particles, my vast web would be very, very similar to yours. Even if we have radically different attitudes, ideas, souls even, we are the same.
Nothing can come from nothing, The "Prime Mover" is a semantic game for
the weak minded. everything has always been here, and it is only your
narrow perception of the nature of time and existence that leads you to
believe that magical beings are responsible for it all.
Speaking of the soul, no soul truly exists. Our definition of a 'soul' is thus: immaterial part of a person consisting of their thoughts and personality. Yet, is it not true when I say that our 'soul' is just random electrical patterns in our brain? Thusly upon death do we merely disappear in clouds of static and bid adeui to our physical body merely to rest in another receptive individual? Or do we merely cease to exist? Do we go cold and dead in the lifeless blob of matter ensconced in our skulls, never to think, breathe, or love again?
Let's not even bring dreams into the question. The depths of complexity involving our brain are fathomless and incomprehensible.
The mind is truly an amazing thing. Merely to try and comprehend modern technology is far beyond my limits. It is beyond my wildest dreams to even begin to understand how someone developed this monitor. To provide such images to such a precise and consistent scale is a feat worth of a God, truly. Take a moment and think about your iPhone, your computer, your cell phone that you incessantly tinker with. If I were to task you to build these items with materials completely from the Earth, where would you even begin? Nobody can truly know, yet these things have been accomplished and even more astounding technological events occur each and every day.
"The greatest mystery the universe offers is not life
but size. Size encompasses life, and the Tower encompasses size. The
child, who is most at home with wonder, says: Daddy, what is above the
sky? And the father says: The darkness of space. The child: What is
beyond space? The father: The galaxy. The child: Beyond the galaxy? The
father: Another galaxy. The child: Beyond the other galaxies? The
father: No one knows.
"You see? Size defeats us. For the fish,
the lake in which he lives is the universe. What does the fish think
when he is jerked up by the mouth through the silver limits of
existence and into a new universe where the air drowns him and the
light is blue madness? Where huge bipeds with no gills stuff it into a
suffocating box abd cover it with wet weeds to die?
"Or one might
take the tip of the pencil and magnify it. One reaches the point where
a stunning realization strikes home: The pencil tip is not solid; it is
composed of atoms which whirl and revolve like a trillion demon
planets. What seems solid to us is actually only a loose net held
together by gravity. Viewed at their actual size, the distances between
these atoms might become league, gulfs, aeons. The atoms themselves are
composed of nuclei and revolving protons and electrons. One may step
down further to subatomic particles. And then to what? Tachyons?
Nothing? Of course not. Everything in the universe denies nothing; to
suggest an ending is the one absurdity.
"If you fell outward to
the limit of the universe, would you find a board fence and signs
reading DEAD END? No. You might find something hard and rounded, as the
chick must see the egg from the inside. And if you should peck through
the shell (or find a door), what great and torrential light might shine
through your opening at the end of space? Might you look through and
discover our entire universe is but part of one atom on a blade of
grass? Might you be forced to think that by burning a twig you
incinerate an eternity of eternities? That existence rises not to one
infinite but to an infinity of them?
"Perhaps you saw what place
our universe plays in the scheme of things - as no more than an atom in
a blade of grass. Could it be that everything we can perceive, from the
microscopic virus to the distant Horsehead Nebula, is contained in one
blade of grass that may have existed for only a single season in an
alien time-flow? What if that blade should be cut off by a scythe? When
it begins to die, would the rot seep into our universe and our own
lives, turning everthing yellow and brown and desiccated? Perhaps it's
already begun to happen. We say the world has moved on; maybe we really
mean that it has begun to dry up.
"Think how small such a concept
of things make us, gunslinger! If a God watches over it all, does He
actually mete out justice for such a race of gnats? Does His eye see
the sparrow fall when the sparrow is less than a speck of hydrogen
floating disconnected in the depth of space? And if He does see... what
must the nature of such a God be? Where does He live? How is it
possible to live beyond infinity?
"Imagine the sand of the
Mohaine Desert, which you crossed to find me, and imagine a trillion
universes - not worlds by universes - encapsulated in each grain of
that desert; and within each universe an infinity of others. We tower
over these universes from our pitiful grass vantage point; with one
swing of your boot you may knock a billion billion worlds flying off
into darkness, a chain never to be completed.
"Size, gunslinger... size."
We only use 10% of our brain.
It is fact that different parts of the brain are used for different things, so therefore we are only using 10% of the whole brain at any given time, thusly recieving an astoundingly vast array of input. To use 100% of your brain would mean to experience every memory, feeling, emotion, taste, smell, sound, etc all at the same time. If this were somehow possible, would this not destroy a man instantly? Would not their head explode from the mind-boggling amount of information all at once overloading his organic circuits? Once again, we can never know.
What we call "reality" is actually an image our consciousness
constructs from outside sensus. Because this process takes time, the
"reality" we experience is actually a memory, an image of things that
our mind claims are happening "now". When we dream, we sense an image
of things that our mind claims are happening "now".
Could Jesus Microwave a Burrito so Hot, that He Himself Could Not Eat It?
-Dr.Reeves
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