i'm not sure how many of you follow the news but i think most of you will know mars, last night, was the closest to earth it has been, in 60,000 years. i got a view last night and it was a beaut. nearly three times larger than it is normally, bright too.
what has this got to do with anything here? for the first time ever in human history we have wistnessed an event far beyond ourselves that we would have before neither comprehended or appreciated. i have witnessed an event that for another 60,000 years, will not be duplicated. do i feel special? hell yeah, how often do such things occur that as a people, anyone gets to see?
so what am i driving at? we are not significant. what i saw was much greater than i am, much greater than anyone will ever be. mars' eliptical orbit has brought it that much closer to us, for no reason what-so-ever. so why do we ascribe reason to ourselves? on a planet that we sparsely populate, in a solar system much greater than anything than we can comprehend, in a universe that is many times (already an understatement) greater than anything we will ever know- and yet a small population of animals, on an infinitesimally small collection of dust, has purpose given to them by their beliefs, contrary to the rest (another understatement) of the universe and nature itself.
don't get me wrong, it is slightly depressing (and generally liberating) to think that we have no reason. it's probably the hardest thing i've had to come to terms with in my set of ever changing beliefs, and one that doesn't sit well with most people.
so in reason is purpose and in purpose lies greatness (my opinion). we are none of these things. this is a beef that i have with our thoroughly self-involved species and their set of thoroughly involved beliefs. why would we be "gods glory" or anythings glory when a simple look into the night sky can very quickly affirm ones insignificance, while opening ones eyes to the beauty inherrent in everything around us. we have no impact on this beauty, but we insist on twisting our ideas about what we live in around us to secure our beliefs. it is the plight of the insignificant- how people have the gaul to say things are relative to us confounds me.
but despite what i believe, religion says otherwise to what the universe might bellow. religion is (nearly) wholly transparent to me, if people believe they have a personal connection to the creator of what we live in, please excuse me from being only slightly skeptical. i could be wholly skeptical but that is generally just rude. in an existance that can only be described as brief and unimportant, for us to assume importance delivered by devinity rubs me the wrong way. i won't argue against devinity (despite my reservations), but devinity delivered to us i will argue against.
people here talk about feelings instilled in them by something other than themselves. this idea just feels right to me.
cheers for listening to my rantings,
peace:m:
atheory*
*(what my name was supposed to be, but bad spelling days also confound me )
what has this got to do with anything here? for the first time ever in human history we have wistnessed an event far beyond ourselves that we would have before neither comprehended or appreciated. i have witnessed an event that for another 60,000 years, will not be duplicated. do i feel special? hell yeah, how often do such things occur that as a people, anyone gets to see?
so what am i driving at? we are not significant. what i saw was much greater than i am, much greater than anyone will ever be. mars' eliptical orbit has brought it that much closer to us, for no reason what-so-ever. so why do we ascribe reason to ourselves? on a planet that we sparsely populate, in a solar system much greater than anything than we can comprehend, in a universe that is many times (already an understatement) greater than anything we will ever know- and yet a small population of animals, on an infinitesimally small collection of dust, has purpose given to them by their beliefs, contrary to the rest (another understatement) of the universe and nature itself.
don't get me wrong, it is slightly depressing (and generally liberating) to think that we have no reason. it's probably the hardest thing i've had to come to terms with in my set of ever changing beliefs, and one that doesn't sit well with most people.
so in reason is purpose and in purpose lies greatness (my opinion). we are none of these things. this is a beef that i have with our thoroughly self-involved species and their set of thoroughly involved beliefs. why would we be "gods glory" or anythings glory when a simple look into the night sky can very quickly affirm ones insignificance, while opening ones eyes to the beauty inherrent in everything around us. we have no impact on this beauty, but we insist on twisting our ideas about what we live in around us to secure our beliefs. it is the plight of the insignificant- how people have the gaul to say things are relative to us confounds me.
but despite what i believe, religion says otherwise to what the universe might bellow. religion is (nearly) wholly transparent to me, if people believe they have a personal connection to the creator of what we live in, please excuse me from being only slightly skeptical. i could be wholly skeptical but that is generally just rude. in an existance that can only be described as brief and unimportant, for us to assume importance delivered by devinity rubs me the wrong way. i won't argue against devinity (despite my reservations), but devinity delivered to us i will argue against.
people here talk about feelings instilled in them by something other than themselves. this idea just feels right to me.
cheers for listening to my rantings,
peace:m:
atheory*
*(what my name was supposed to be, but bad spelling days also confound me )