I like to think that our lives do matter, even if the universe would trundle along without us. I want to argue that, though we are part of a universe that runs according to impersonal underlying laws, we nevertheless matter. This isn’t a scientific question — there isn’t data we can collect by doing experiments that could possibly measure the extent to which a life matters. It’s at heart a philosophical problem, one that demands that we discard the way that we’ve been thinking about our lives and their meaning for thousands of years. By the old way of thinking, human life couldn’t possibly be meaningful if we are “just” collections of atoms moving around in accordance with the laws of physics. That’s exactly what we are, but it’s not the only way of thinking about what we are. We are collections of atoms, operating independently of any immaterial spirits or influences, and we are thinking and feeling people who bring meaning into existence by the way we live our lives. Life is a process, not a substance, and it is necessarily temporary. We are not the reason for the existence of the universe, but our ability for self-awareness and reflection makes us special within it. ~Sean Carroll
we link ourselves to so many mysterious and ethereal concepts……and yet, we are mud, bone, blood, breath and fierce beating hearts……
inquiry for today~ what was the last moment you felt really connected? and to what or whom?
You that give new life to this planet, you that transcend logic, come. I am only an arrow. Fill your bow with me and let fly. ~Rumi