Destiny and Scale

What if we are fulfilling our destiny? What if, all along, the planet (and the universe) was working toward having us continue to seek more and more power until we generated the nuclear devices that will irradiate the planet, creating heavy elements that did not previously exist, thus boosting the explosion of the sun when all the planets crash into it, creating a larger explosion and therefore setting off a chain reaction at a higher temperature/energy, causing the post-supernova Sol to be elevated to a higher level than it would have been if Earth had gone in as a wet rock? What if we have evolved from bacteria, through the chain of mammals, to the bipedal organisms we are today with the specific intent of seeking out stronger energy sources, with the intention being to generate more explosive power at the end of our solar system? What if all solar systems are trying to increase the power of their explosions in all the ways they can, and it's some sort of contest between stars to see who can end up bigger or more interesting? Maybe we're further along in the race than others, maybe we're sadly lacking. We'll never know.

Speaking of races, every day that I'm out on the road, commuting to and from work, taking care of things, taking my family places, I am entering a race. It is all really just a game. The game has rules, and everyone needs to play by the rules to keep it fair, and when someone breaks the rules, the other players get pissed. Not everyone is actively "playing" the game, but they're a part of it nonetheless.

As I sit in my car day after day, watching the thousands of other cars I'm sharing these "veins" with, I think of how these cars compare with blood cells in a body. Similarly to how atoms and molecules don't actually run into each other, but maintain a barrier around themselves based at least partly on the electron shell, I see the cars keeping a distance from the other cars. I realize that each car is being operated by a separate and individual organism, namely the human inside it, but to an outside observer who is unable to witness or comprehend the inner workings of the automobiles, and the effect that the organism inside has on them, it may appear as though the vehicles are somehow autonomous. As we view cells and the molecules that make them, and the atoms that make them, we recognize that there are certain times when a particle or element has options for how it can proceed or evolve. We may ascribe some sort of randomness to the process or "decision-making" instant, but perhaps there is a relatively sentient consciousness there, reading the situation and making an informed decision based on circumstances and even preference. The descriptions I've heard for quarks suggests that they may have a choice at certain points in their existence, allowing them to be the initial decision-makers of all existence. So the quark is like the mind of the nucleus which is the driver in the car that is the atom, carefully not crashing into the other nuclei and going about its way. Our cities, our residential communities, are built to reflect many of the workings of biological organisms, with veins feeding various organs which are all necessary for the organism to live. So, as we scale up, quarks make hadrons which make nuclei which make atoms which make molecules which make cells which make organisms which make cars and roadways and cities and nuclear bombs. To an observer larger than ourselves and our solar scale, our star may be equated with a cell, or even a single hadron, in a larger organism that is the galaxy. Clusters of galaxies may be visible in a different way, with perhaps some sort of (for us) undetectable shell or sheen, encasing a larger form of life that we can't comprehend. Maybe the scale is even further removed than that. Maybe our entire universe is but a bubble in the bathtub of an incomprehensively huge being that has no idea we're here. It is sad to think that our entire lives truly are meaningless.

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