We live in a universe that is 13.8 billion years old. We are not sure what existed prior to that period, and we do not know why the universe exists. We do not know if there are other universes out there and if there is extraterrestrial life out there. And yet we live as if we know the answers to the questions of our origin.
We do not know how the human brain functions. We do not know how to rid ourselves of our prejudices and hypocrisy. We haven’t quite figured out who we are or what our calling is or how to achieve our dreams. We are chasing after meaningless pursuits. And yet we live as if we have no demons to conquer.
We do not know about existentialism or Freudian theories. We do not care to ponder about Darwinism or chaos theory. We do not know how our mind creates dreams and why we can’t function without sleep. We have not the slightest interest in understanding general relativity, quantum mechanics or string theory. And yet we consider ourselves educated and functional beings.
We can only read books if fancy degrees and outrageous money and a secure cubicle are at the other end of the reading tunnel. We invest our time in whatever the television, movies and social media have to offer. We will sign up for a swanky car and a giant apartment, chase after money while pretending to take the higher road. We do not give a damn about spirituality and we do not meditate or reflect. And yet we believe ourselves to be successful inhabitants of a modern society.
We tread the path frequently traveled with a madman’s zeal. Our hearts are cold and minds are closed. We are an excellent mix of conceit and deceit. We have inherited a world of thoughts and beliefs that we do not question. We do not fight our conditioning and crave for validation and approval. We love our egos and we can’t stand silence of any kind. And yet we do not see anything wrong with our ways.
We live in a world where wars are fought and all kinds of monsters and monstrosities loom large. We love to dispense advice and be critical. We love to discuss negative things and we seldom ever look at what’s best in others. We impose our half-assed views on others and we try our best to make sure everyone conforms to a twisted legacy with inane ideals. And yet we never cringe or question ourselves about the way we treat others and the way we live our life.
Our universe was born 13.8 billion years ago from a singularity. Three million years after the Big Bang, atoms and giant gas clouds began to take shape and our universe continued to expand. Soon enough, nuclear fusion led to the birth of stars and these stars, on dying, exploded into brilliant supernovas and carbon and other elements from their cores were flung into the universe. A few billion years later, evolution crafted carbon based organisms today sit at the top of the food chain.
Our universe does not contemplate or acknowledge our existence. Our universe does not care about all the noise we create. It is not proud of us or does not favor us in any way. We are but a fleeting presence in its vast, mysterious, beautiful story. After we are gone, the universe would carry on with its silence and would be just as unaffected by any new cosmic visitors on its home ground as it was by us. At no point in time or space, did the universe create a rule book defining the way an organism should live. The universe did not set anything in stone. All the stifling definitions of success, failure, love, right, wrong were created by us. Why are we creating all this noise in a universe so silent and wondrous?