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Originally Posted by Takeda Shingen
Ah, I see, it was all about word games and mockery. I should have spelled it out right off the bat. My bad.
I believe that our world, it's ecosystems, the symbiotic relationship of organism and the universe by extension is so perfectly balanced and intricate in both it's micro and macro design that it almost certainly could not have happened by chance. This would almost be akin to a room of monkeys typing out a novel. As such, I see it only as logical that the mechanics of life and evolution of species occur only through the divine intervention of a creator, or at the very least a mind greater than mine.
I do hope that my pitiful words were able to at least make my intended statement discernable.
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The greatest mystery to me still is that something exists at all: this cosmos, life, reality, space, my mind perceiving all this, computing the electrons racing in the neurons forming my brain. Why exists not simply nothing? and does it all really exist in the way I believe it does, just because my senses produce input to my brain in exactly those functioning patterns their biological design allows and orders them to function in? In the end, the world is just neural electric micro-potentials in my brain - I do not be in contact with anything "real" out there, but I deal with my mental expression, my idealistic eqiuvalents of the things and subjects I refer to and that I believe to perceive - I form images which I then take as "reality". And I think this maybe could be a big mistake, causing a lot of human suffering, and fear about death and limited lifespan of all things being.
I agree with you that it all seems unlikely to have come by random chance only. However, we only are able to figure about this small fraction of the universe that is referred to by our sciences as the observable part of the cosmos - that part that light had time since the last big Bang to travel thrpugh and reach us. There must be more than just saying "It was a Big Bang happening", or "it'S all just an accident", or "luck; random chance".
However, the imagined deities established by religions currently present as a theoretic dogma, offer me neither satisfying answers, nor any condolences when sometimes my mind dares to surf this unbelievable abyss the cosmos is at both directions of the dimension scale: the astronomical and the subatomic level.
And the older I get, the more I think both the question and the answer have been given form and existence in one singularity, by the mere fact that here this thing I call "me" is sitting and thinking about all this, stunned, amazed, with wide open eyes and a wide open mouth, gazing at a miracle that maybe it has formed and created all by itself. Maybe the question - already is the answer, and the two are not really different and are not two different things at all.
Maybe it all is about nothing else than the cosmos becoming aware of itself.
But that still does not answer the question from the beginning: why are there things, cosmos, existence? Why isn'T there simply nothing? How is all this possible?
The fault maybe already starts with that we
think. The boundaries of our thinking patterns, of our languages, already filter our perceptions and plans, and decide on how we create conditions for new experiences emerging. A glimpose of the truth we maybe only can gain at the cost of going beyond our-selves, forgetting our-selves, transcending our-selves. Seen that way, any lecture given and any book written about these thoughts, already is one lecture and one book too much, and all labelled religion is a sacrileg.