Ever wonder what it’s all about? What is the point of it all, why are things the way they are and what is the big plan? Or is 42 all there is and we need to beat ourselves into acceptance of that?
I find myself asking the big question.
Now, thanks to Douglas Adams, we all know the answer to “Life, the Universe and Everything” is 42. We are, however, stuck on the question. What is the question, do we even understand how to frame the question and if we could where would we possibly interpret the answer?
Monty Python provided us with facts about the galaxy, we’re revolving at 900 miles per hour, orbiting at 19 miles per second around the sun and moving at a million miles per day … and go around galactic central point once every 200 million years. All very well, but why?
Any machine you care to dismantle, you can specifically catalogue every single piece, every cog, gear, connector, wire, switch and plate. Even the type of grease and oil employed is there for a specific reason and with a pre-determined function.
Does this mean we live in nothing but interstellar chaos and there’s really no rhyme nor reason to anything, it is but happenstance and pure accident that we exist at all? Is our Milky Way nothing more than one freak occurrence amongst billions of lifeless interstellar bodies?
It is food for thought in the quiet moments, for if we matter, if anything matters then why don’t we know why we matter? If we don’t matter, why do we bother at all, what would be the point if, ultimately, nothing is of any consequence whatever?
I find this question particularly compulsive when I look at the human race and the quest for power and money. Certainly those with both lead rather more lavish lives, but their lifespan is hardly significantly more than anyone else. If you’re going to fill the same size hole in the ground and feed the same bacteria and worms, then what was the point of all that success?
Far from being a depressing topic on a “Woe is me!” theme, I find this a fascinating consideration. Humankind has stepped and stumbled its way through advancement and done the seemingly impossible as we push the limits of our understanding of science. We’ve learned to fly, broken the sound barrier and gone to space.
On earth we’ve cured diseases, developed vaccines, have surgical treatments for all manner of malady. The question I have through all this is quite simple. Why?
Think about it when you have a spare moment or two and decide what your purpose is, or should be.
On a final note, remember the tennis player Steffi Graf? She was an accomplished handler of the racquet, proving her skill on the court time and time again. Have you, however, ever heard about her sister Polly? She is always able to tell when people are lying.