Tuesday, December 9, 2025
Existence seems too good to be true. If you consider why anything exists at all, it seems ridiculous. There seems to be no alternative. Of all things the universe could be, why this? Or the earth? Or me and you?
Nothing seems to have an alternative in reality. My imagination goes dark when I think of what the universe “could be,” other than what it is. I’ll rack my brains trying to come up with something better, different, alternate, original even. If I understood nothing, in the truest sense of the word, then how could the universe come up with itself from an absolute void? The void is not devoid. That’s the only explanation.
Seems utterly ridiculous, odd, and weird to imagine “designing” the universe from so-called scratch. What is “scratch” if not the universe? From that point (scratch), what are the odds that the universe would form? There’s nothing like it. If there’s nothing like it, there’s nothing against it. There’s no comparison, no improved version. So, is this too good to be true? Randomness and order can’t seem to be different from one another when there is no alternative to what is, in totality. You might call this a “controlled accident.”
And the seemingly aimless, spontaneous meandering of nature is the universe “playing dumb” with itself, which, in an ultimate dimension, is lawful and balanced and beyond imagination. If you look at a photograph closely, the “random” pixels are indecipherable. Back up and the “big picture” is clear. You’re too small. Life at the pixelated level is chaotic. At the macro level, it’s perfect, ordered, balanced and together.
Well, that’s the good news. It’s all good news at the macro. You cannot be changed, stopped, limited, or killed. Who opposes you when order and chaos are two, singular sensations? The “Big Picture” is something else. You’ll just have to trust me.