Andrew said something that really made me think the other night. We were talking about how the world began (as you do) – and whether God did it or did it just happen blahdey blahdey blah. Oh, and just so you know our angles before I continue – I believe in God and Andrew, broadly speaking, doesn’t. Anyway, we were talking about this and Andrew just happened to say that from nothing, from there being no life at all, somehow some cells came together and progressed until it eventually became a creature that was aware of itself – aware of it’s life, of it’s existance. And I just thought, that’s amazing isn’t it? From nothing, from literally just dust and stars and rocks and whatever else – from that emptiness there has grown sentient beings which can now look up at the stars and talk about them. All of human history, all of the history before humans, all of it – it all comes from nothing.
Now whether you believe God did it or whether you believe it just happened – to an extent that’s largely beside the point. I personally believe it’s just too wonderful to have just happened (how do you get biological life from dust and rocks and gas?) But either way you look at it – it’s a miracle isn’t it? When you think about it? Life is a miracle. And I don’t mean in that maternity/giving birth/one born every minute/call the midwife kind of way – that’s all a bit trite for my taste. I just mean life in general, life as a concept. The fact that we are self aware beings, that we have this self awareness that having come from nothing we can now actually use our minds to look back and ponder that nothingness from which we came – that’s amazing.
I feel like I want to quote Ian Malcolm from Jurassic Park here, but I’m not quite sure it fits – it just feels like it should. Ah, what the hell – it’s Thursday, and I’m alive! – “Life, er, er, Life will, er, Life will find a way.”