OLLIE!!
No. -- Amy Carter, (President Jimmy Carter's daughter) when asked by a reporter if she had any message for the children of America
http://www.dilbert.com/comics/dilbert/dilbert_newsletter/dilbert_newsletter55.html
Word Up Yo!
How was that for an impressive title?
Actually, I'm sitting here with the lamp on -- a warm glow in the room -- sipping on honey lemon tea. I've got my PJs on, the TV is off, and all I can hear is the laptop fan humming away. I find that drinking tea in your pajamas is a pretty good way to be pensive about something or another. It helps if all of your friends have finally signed off, and you've already looked at all the websites you look at ad nauseum.
What am I so busy thinking about, you ask? Even if you didn't, I'm going to answer. This is my blog, after all.
Just a comment made earlier today. Life gets rough sometimes. For somepeople, life kicks you in the pants with a little extra vigor. It straps on a particularly pointy pair of stilettos. When this occurs, one often grasps at the great unknown for answers, or at the very least a decent consolation prize. Not the crap you get at Chucky Cheese for five tickets, but the really good stuff they keep on the shelves behind them. They come up with "everything is for a reason." Whoa. That's potent stuff. But a 10,000-ticket item it is not.
It's always been like that, though. When humans were confined to caves, nothing but a fire and a spear to sustain life, something like a flash of lightning or the crack of thunder or the dancing aurorae or shooting stars must have seemed unexplainable -- mystical. To answer their questions, they too reached into that great unknown. What they pulled out was a whole pantheon of answers. Vengeful gods and lust-driven deities. What science could not answer, mysticism did.
But humans couldn't dwell in such darkness for long. Over the years, the progress of science squelched the role of these gods and they were replaced by the new gods of technology: the internet, the television, modern medicine, Jerry Springer. But no one truly believes in them. We all know them to exist (Except for Springer. I've never actually seen him myself.), but no one needs them to fill the chasm of uncertainty in their minds.
We've got new questions now. Why are the amounts of matter and antimatter in the obervable universe asymmetric? What is the key to quantum gravity? How unique is life, and can it be recreated?
We've got some of the old questions, too. What happens after death? How has the universe come to be as we now see it? What is the nature of life, and what is its purpose?
Do we see a difference between these two groups? Science has eliminated the need for magic in the natural world. It seems to suggest that even these new questions that we've created will be or can be answered, given time and the proper tools. It also suggests that the others can't and will never be.
Why, then, would someone assume that events that transpire in the waking world should be the matter of some grand puppet-master above us all. Why must all things have a purpose, a reason for occuring? Why can't bad things simply be bad, and good things good without having to be connected to a cosmic road map of some kind.
Is it a throwback to our cave-dwelling days? Is it a refusal to acknowledge that God (should he exist or not is your own decision) is not present in everyday occurrences? I admit that God may very well exist, but can't you admit that you also might not?
Or is the thought too scary? Maybe the concept of free-will is too frightening. After all, we'd be out here all by ourselves, trying to feel our way through the darkness. No reason, no purpose, no master plan. But can't that also be a liberating feeling? Life is not just a series of events, one leading to the next, a to b to c -- each a required and meaningful step for the next. Instead we are all scrambling to do what we can in an arbitrarily small time. The caveman could not stay in the cave forever; progress and enlightenment would never allow it.
Call me an existentialist, or a fatalist, or a realist. Whatever. But it all comes down to this: Sometimes crap happens, but sometimes truly wonderful things happen. Isn't it even more beautiful to think that such grace could come without strings?
It all depends on your beliefs...and there is no right or wrong about it....