Whatever our origins, whether we came from a mystical garden where we were
once sinless, innocent, naked wonderers standing in the presence of Almighty
God, or we emerged from an evolutionary history of primates that started with
genus Homo and lead to the emergence of Homo sapiens, we are apart of something
mind-bogglingly large on a planet somewhere in time amid the deepness of space.
Gradually our present state of existence has come about after being spurned
on by human language which strangely seems to have contributed to our more
complicated world view emerging out of the darkness of the past.
Through thought, expressed and made more elaborate through language, we
became more conscious and somewhat self-aware.
We began questioning the universe around us for answers, and then more
answers after that, coming up with explanations in lots of unreliable mythical
stories and then other unbending structural systems of theory.
We human beings through life always stare death in the face while many of
us struggle desperately to try and overcome it. That struggle is one aspect of a
drama that unfolds across time and amid civilization involving many variations
of experiences.
Some of us try really hard to overcome this death and feel secure in It’s
approach with hope of a future. Is that weakness which should shame the
sojourner wondering on the shores of life? Why in our human uniqueness are we so
self aware of death leading to such inventive, poetic, philosophical, scientific
examinations in ways of looking at life and death.
Our culture in the meanwhile thrives producing such diverse and interesting
practices and thought. The sheer size of existence and its many subatomic, macro
parts is astonishing. The scale and beauty of nature inspires in some of us what
we might consider to be a sense of spiritual mystery, awe and fascination.
The whole drama of our existence as human beings, it is rumored, began with
a spark that brought us into consciousness while we differ with our explanations
as to the origin and purpose of the spark.
I like to look at the spark as something with an intelligent source of
identity creative on a scale that is overwhelmingly obvious when it comes to the
grandiosity of our present reality. There is so much here to study and observe
and so many experiences with such unique phenomena.
Can we say definitively we live in a Godless place while the outer reaches
remain open canvasses of such immense uncertainty possibly infinite in their
scope. With our surroundings spanning, extending perhaps one might surmise, into
places with even more varied forces of phenomena and truth. With the unknown
never properly documented or credibly fathomed or fully anticipated with the
broadest kind of speculative abilities failing to come even remotely close to
predicting the unknown itself.
The spark brought us into conscious awareness curiously to ask this very
thing I’m considering. Was it merely an accident or a script we are meant to
read from by the hand of a hidden author. Creativity might be our guide to ponder the depth of that authors genius if that kind of intelligence lives
and is.
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