MUSING....IN THE DISTANCE, I SWEAR I HEAR THE GODS LAUGHING
We were created, whether spontaneously or by design, somehow, someway, by someone, something, so...however we came to be, we are definitely here, wherever here is, and it looks like that at least a portion of the universe works good enough to support life on this flying rock, and...we know we didn’t do it, and if we did, we can’t remember.
If by chance, we were created by chance, then you can thank chance or complain against chance for creating and sustaining us, or give it no thought whatsoever and just live life, or believe a story, a religion, a theology.
Perhaps chance brought forth a mind, and then that mind created us on purpose for a purpose, and that is why we live.
If we were created on purpose, that implies a mind with a purpose, then we can thank that mind or complain against that mind and its purpose for creating and sustaining us, or...give it no thought whatsoever and just live life or believe a story, a religion, a theology.
CHANCE or MIND or CHANCE CREATED A MIND and a mind created us? Hmm?
Religious stories? Chance? Mind? or even something entirely out of our minds? whatever-which-way we came to be and are sustained, I don’t know, and until I know I stick those possibilities on a shelf I call, “MAYBE, MAYBE NOT...IT’S POSSIBLE...WHO KNOWS?” Putting those possibilities on a shelf allows me to stay mentally open, neither believing nor disbelieving or as I like to say, “Believe all things but only hold fast to that which proves true.” However we came to be, we are alive.
Perhaps I’ve lost my memory and I’ve been here before or elsewhere (deja vu) and have lived a million previous life-experiences, or not. I can’t remember, or, there’s nothing to remember. I don’t know. Maybe it’s like HBO’s Westworld, or worse, or better.
(HBO’s Westworld is a theme park with human-like robots who interact with guests. Guests come to have an adventure. Guests can’t be killed, but the guests can kill the robots, who are later fixed and put back into the loop they were designed to live in and wherein they play their parts over and over again).
Whether chance or mind, or change created a mind that created humans, the fact is things happen a certain way, by law if you will, cause and effect, influences, like when we decide to question something and or do something the universe cooperates, even seems to give us a hand up, a helping hand, like Tesla, who wanted to know things and had a connection to “where” that knowledge was “stored” and accessed it and built things. In that same way we seem to get help according to our desires, or so it seems.
Maybe it’s all coming from within. May all knowledge is already in us. Maybe knowledge is around us, a network of information, like the internet, and when we ask with desire and work, we have access to where information is “stored”.
No matter, life, our lives, run their course and we die, not remembering a previous life (if there was one or more) and not knowing if anything is next, and if next we forget the life we just left.
If there are multiple lives, each life is just THAT life, and yes, we could have lived thousands of lives and never know it because of our bad memories. And even if we could remember them it would prove nothing unless we could prove it–like in a courtroom where evidence is needed–no belief allowed, and then perhaps we would know, but as for now, even if you were shown a previous life or many previous lives you couldn’t be sure.
And then, if we had those memories, we couldn’t even be sure they are ours, and, if it’s true that we have had previous lives but can’t remember them, then something is at work on our personal programs that prohibits us, pretty much, from accessing previous lives, so in many ways one could say life on earth is like HBO’s Westworld. And since religions teach that God created man for his pleasure, creates everything for his pleasure, you could say religions are HBO’s Westworld.
It’s certainly not a stretch to say that some of us come nice and others come mean. Is it programming?
Earth is beautiful. The heavens are a wonder to behold. Humans are awesome. Life is intricate and magnificent.
However life came to be, the intelligence that created life is beyond man’s comprehension (or so it seems).
It seems we can do anything we are capable of, and the only thing that can stop us is other people. If there is a God separate from us, it appears disinterested in our doings, or at least it doesn’t interfere, doesn’t stop us from doing whatever we want. On the other hand, if God is everything, including us, then God is doing everything, which means, depending on how you look at life, everything is God’s fault or praise.
Maybe God created Westworld but left, and now it’s up to us to make it wonderful or destroy it.
Maybe I’ll just go haul water and wood and not give it another thought, and when I die maybe I’ll be recycled and not know it and think, “What the hell am I doing here for the first time ever?”
In the distance, I swear I hear the Gods laughing.