Friday, April 5, 2024
I love the universe. In one particular documentary, the narrator spoke with great awe about the conditions being just right when the universe formed. The primordial singularity, the point at which all things originated, became multiplicity, and in order for that to have occurred, the “odds” boggle the mind.
If I hadn’t been wiser, I would have missed it. We tend to forget the so-called conditions are also part of the precision. So apparently, for the Big Bang to even have occurred “everything” from timing, temperature, density, and energy had to be precisely thus and so. In other other words the birth of the universe came to be with just the right conditions and just in the nick of time; but it also came with the misperception of randomness and untimeliness. How could we know such precision and perfection if not living with the trickery of randomness and odds?
Perfection and precision are, not sometimes, but always. It’s funny how we say that something happens just under the wire, just in the nick of time, or that it was a “close call.” If the conditions had to be precise and perfect to form life, to form the universe itself, to birth or kill stars, or for you to exist at this moment, don’t you think the conditions are perfect always?
Conditions are precise. Everything is, even the seeming chaos, the evil, destruction, confusion – all of it. When the universe formed, it was a hot, dense, smoldering “mess.” But the conditions were perfect. Your hot, dense, smoldering “mess” of a life is perfect too.
You can’t change a single variable. There’s no nick of time, close call, or under the wire. It’s all mapped out with unimaginable precision. Odds, chaos, and randomness – are you kidding me? Accept that your conditions are just right. Stop the pretense of meddling. You can’t fiddle with perfect.