*FYI* I wrote this quite a ways back, though I pretty much still feel the same about it.
This is a compilation of thoughts on intelligent design and related thoroughfares, with perhaps some fanciful daydreaming, just to let you know ahead of time
Apologies for all the generalizing and harsh critique near the end. I sort of went off on a rant
A thought came to me today, barbaric and antediluvian as it might be, concerning the existence of God. To help you understand my state of mind, no I am not a skeptic, but I wouldn't count myself as a believer either. Agnostic is the term I label myself with, as how could any of us possibly know for certain? Faith, yes, is a good thing and a powerful tool as I have seen it. However, it can also be a crutch; keeping you weak; confined and slothful if it isn't applied properly.
I have seen what most would deem 'miracles' happen many times in my short days and I believe there is something out there, larger than ourselves, but I cannot give a definite answer to what that entity is. A ghost? A supreme being? A collection of spirit? The decaying of time through hazy glasses? A never-ending universe that stretches beyond the comprehension of mere mortals must have some ties to an ethereal plane, else what reason would it have to exist?
Everything has purpose, mundane or trivial at best, but intelligent design is an inevitable conclusion of that purpose. Everything has to start somewhere. Even the big-bang theory still comes a few millennia short of grasping the larger scope of existence. Yes, that very well could have been the hatching of our universe, but what about the particles, atoms, and elements themselves? Perhaps our minds are too simple to grasp the true meaning of eternity, or, perhaps, maybe we are not
willing to grasp the true meaning.
Back to my thought today, before I digress beyond the nature of this topic, I was at work when it just popped in there. I am sure it has been mentioned before in some literary form, as few ideas these days are truly original, but it was a new concept to me so that makes it worth it's weight in neurons by far.
Now stay with me here, as I am going to go off into the realms of fantasy and primordial thinking. What if, hypothetically speaking, we are the gods that did the shaping, here so many eons ago? What if this world and it's subsequent neighboring stars were created by our kind, mankind? Everyone speaks of some other power out there in the universe, or an abstract plane of existence parallel to our own, but it is a rarity that people look within their own beings to seek answers.
Perhaps back in some old age, mankind molded this place as their own Heaven or Eden of sorts. Tired of darkness or perhaps exiled from wherever they had come, maybe they chose this place as their final resting ground, content to fill their remaining years as shapers of mother-earth here with the blues and greens of this first-born. Maybe they chose this place, or perhaps this world chose them? That's what I love about mythology and the complexities of the human spirit; anything that can be thought, can be done: the very definition of beauty.
Gods among men or men among Gods? Why not men are the Gods? Yes it is true, we have faults; weaknesses and fractures in the armor. But do we not also carry virtues not shared by any other form of life in our tiny speck of known space?
If you read the bible, you see God in some instances as vengeful, hating and cruel; bestial to the point that if it were a man committing this acts, he would be called murderer, thief, and usurper; to be hanged or beheaded by the state! Modern times has taught me that God is a kind and loving deity who only gives us trials to strengthen our faith and test our firmament. This new God eclipsing the old, how is it that he/she/it has changed so? Does this not mean that God too has faults and has the freedom to change his/her/it's mind? Does God admit mistake?
Returning to the main topic, how about if mankind set up shop here in this solar system but then, after a substantial amount of time, forgot who they were, where they came from, and what their purpose was? Like that game "Sheep", for those who remember it, how the sheep of our planet are actually intelligent aliens who made the planet, but regressed into the base creatures they are today. Rediculous....or is it?
That, my friends, is the wrench in the gears. We squabble over such petty desires that purpose is a word that is rapidly diminishing to the point that it's only used in literary fiction. Why are we here??? Is our function truly to just spend our lives as slaves to money and corporate gain? To buy bigger, better things to pass the time? Just to make the day go faster as we run to inevitable demise?
We are a dying people. It is our way, it is our creed. We live our average lives, pay our average bills, work our average jobs, and are given our average funeral. We claim life to be precious, yet we kill to set things right. We promise to help those in need when we acquire resources, yet our waste is the greatest it has ever been. We say that progress is our goal, yet we are unwilling to seek it out. Or is that just the way I see my fellow Americans? I dunno, I feel a little socially perturbed.
This frontier, this mother-earth, is ending. Slowly, and perhaps without us noticing, this planet will fade away into emptiness, much like how everything tangible slowly erodes in the wind. If we stay here, the way of the dinosaur will be our mantra. Gods or not, mankind is a race of explorers. Now, with nothing left here to survey, we've become a wild rabble-turning-monkey-****-fight. We have become weak. We......have become human, or at least the very definition of what it should not be.
If it were true that our forefathers were once Gods amongst the stars, what would possibly convince them to fall to the earth, forsaking the lives they had once lived? Are we a part of some galactic experiment gone wrong? Were we left behind? Is there any hope of rescue?
My best guess, as anything mankind does is, would be to think that we still have a purpose, even if we don't know it. Perhaps to safeguard this planet to await the return of something greater than what we have become?
They called the first thousand years after the death of Christ 'The Dark Ages': an age of stifled progress and limited achievement. Looking out my window at the two people quarreling over a parking space, I wonder if it truly ever ended.