Re: Arnaldo's Voyage
The stars are more clear than they have ever been in mankind's history.
We are children of the universe and stand on the edge of accepting our place
among those stars. The levels of connection between ourselves and every
single piece of matter become ever more defined with each piece of
scientific knowledge we gain. We are not a mistake - rather we are the
product of a cosmos that builds upon itself - with ever deeper complexity in
every step forward.
The purpose of life is life and by every possible avenue to avoid death
and the loss of the valuable connections that are created by every living
thing. There may not be an anthropic creator - but there is a creator - the
universe itself. There may not be life after death but there is the
struggle for life itself and the knowledge that every living thing has
This type of meaningless negativity should be ignored, but I couldn't stop
myself from replying.
We have nothing to fear though. The organizing force in the universe is irresistable, immortality and the diaspora of life through our galaxy and the rest of the cosmos in one form or another is inevitable.
Peter Passaro
ocsrazor@cablecomm-pa.com
>The Voyage
>In this sailing ship of ours, navigating in the Sea of the Unknown for two
>millenia, in a voyage of discover of ourselves, our creator and our purpose
in
>life, the navigation stars are fading.
>
>The elite of the crew no longer looks at the stars, knowing that we are
nothing
>more than ‘a temporary collection of recycled carbon compounds occupying
space
>in a huge and unfeeling universe’. They finally understood that life is an
>accidental byproduct of matter - a mistake of Nature, in the sense that
>consciousness (the metaphorical Tree of Knowledge) is nothing but the
capacity
>to understand and fear our physical and metaphysical misfortunes, and that
>there is no purpose in life except the one that we make for ourselves
during
>the short cycles of our existences.
>
>But the rest of the crew, the great majority, is stuck in the inertia of
2000
>years of old habits of belief, constantly haunted in the unconscious
labyrinths
>of the collective psyches with the nightmare that there is no creator -
besides
>the whole process of evolution - and therefore no hope for life after
death.
>
>The ship will go on sailing, until it sinks or finds a friendly utopic
harbor,
>where we can enjoy our short existences, without illusions of divine
origins,
>and get out in a easy and dignified way.
>
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