May 20th, 2021
I believe in something weird.
I believe that the universe purposefully created the particles and the atoms that eventually led to human beings because it wanted someone here who could see, hear, feel and appreciate the universe itself.
I believe this because I think the universe is inherently lonely.
I don’t think my belief conflicts with anybody else’s. My universe is your God is another person’s higher power.
Our universe is so specific that there is a number we assigned to the amount of dark energy that exists in it. If there was any less, matter would never come together and form everything we know. If there was any more, all matter would be crushed under the pressure of the energy.
There was an astronomer who spent his entire life trying to figure out why Earth is 93 million miles from the Sun. We can clearly see now that he was asking the wrong question, because the fact that we exist is the answer. If we were farther away, we would be too cool to grow; if we were any closer, we would be on fire.
You might wonder: if I think that an infinite, faceless universe created everyone and everything, then I must believe it is cold and uncaring and merciless.
I think that if the universe needs an audience, needs company, needs a friend and a fellow thinker, it takes no pleasure in ejecting any one of us from our seats.
These are weird observations, but I’m sharing them for a reason.
If you believe in something weird, I just want you to know that you’re not alone.
What we believe in shapes who we are. It inspires us, it grounds us, it gives us perspective and knowledge and beyond living, it keeps us alive.
All of what we believe is weird and strange and nothing we believe will make sense to all.
But as long as it makes you and the world around you a better and more beautiful place, then that strangeness can be one of your most powerful tools.
It can confidently assure you that, no matter who you are, you are not alone.