None of us know why we are here. Stephen Hawking doesn't know what my purpose in life is, or whether there is one at all. The greatest astronomers think they know how the earth was created, but nobody can claim to know why.
I'm not sure about any of it to be honest, so don't continue on reading, like there's going to be some great prophecy listed below. There isn't. I'm not sold on the fact that humans have any more of an important role, in progressing life, than the standard house fly does. Won't the world just keep evolving, eventually with us ending up in some form of extinction? Are we really the one species, that is more important than all the rest?
My rational mind says that we are just a cog in earth's engine. A mere stepping stone, to another, even more advanced form of intelligence. The real question is whether humanity by themselves, or all the species of this planet, and all future species, have any collective goal. Are humans the key to unlocking the stars? Are we meant to ever see what's out there, past our own galaxy?
I can make a decent case to suggest humans are special. Unless I'm missing something, we are the first species to sit atop the food chain, using only our wits, and technology. It's taken thousands of years, but it is difficult to imagine a future, where humans aren't on top. I can't envision anything short of global disaster removing us from our perch now.
You have to marvel at the incredible intelligence of humans, in groups, or as individuals. The technological advances we have made really are astounding when you think about it. You don't see monkeys, and dolphins, building satellites, and spaceships. We've broken into space, and returned humans back to earth, something I'm sure most assumed, impossible, just a hundred years ago.
The quest to discover life outside our planet, will either be the most important thing we do as a species, or a complete waste of time, depending on the outcome. You see, we are either designed to explore and discover, or there was never a reason to. It appears impossible at this point, to ever make it close to the next closest galaxy. To put this in better perspective the moon, is 400,000 km's away. The Sun is 150 million km's away from earth, or over 300 times as far as the moon. The next galaxy, is 4 light years away, which is roughly 40 trillion km's, or 3200 times as far as the sun.
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Let's flip it around, and look at it from the other perspective. Maybe we have no importance at all. It's probably more likely that our existence has zero grandiose purpose, even over the long term. Humans run from this type of thinking, because nobody wants to believe that this is it. It's much easier to believe in either reincarnation, aliens, or some form of after life, rather than a complete end to your own existence, and someday, the end of existence for all Humans.
When I see humans, believing in something, that science can't prove, or where no visual evidence exists, I assume it's something they have created consciously, or subconsciously, to aid their physche. I'll talk more about this in a future blog, but I believe it has roots in this topic. That doesn't mean I'm right, or that I don't hold beliefs of my own in which I can't prove through science, but you can bet, I challenge each and every one of them. You should too.
I could think about the universe, and research it, for the rest of my life, and I'll never have the answer to my fundamental questions about why the universe is, the way it is. If we had these answers, I see it only affecting our lives in a negative way. The unknown creates our daily excitement, and the multitude of answers to these fundamental questions, create unique people, with unique perspectives. Never let anyone tell you that your version is the wrong one, because no one will ever have the answer. At the same time, if you ever want to have a shot at some real answers, you better make sure the things you currently believe, aren't just crutches, you've designed to protect you from coming to grips with your own mortality, or a general lack of purpose.