subject: How do you explain your being? You cannot, no matter how hard you try! [print this page] How do you explain your being? You cannot, no matter how hard you try!
How do you explain your being? You cannot, no matter how hard you try!
Seven billions of the same thing, the same creature, the same form, the same shape, the same systems. With different variety of colors, heights and weights, different languages to make superficial differences, but we are essentially and basically one and the same. What is a human being? No one has the faintest idea. No body can answer. But we carry on living and producing the same phenomenon.
What is the origin of this species? No one answers, except for Darwin perhaps who was an ape himself coming from his ape ancestral dynasty. How come we came about? Still more difficult to answer. If we are atoms, assembled into a human shape and function according to a planning-system, then there ought to be a meaning explanation, but there isn't, unless you know the answer?
Did we come from other stars? Or were we formed and shaped on this planet. We need, in order to survive, water and food substances, alimentations where we can find in nature. How come these alimentations are there to provide us with our means of subsistence? No one knows. How come everything is provided in such a minutely way that all we have to do is go get it, whether directly or indirectly.
If water is not there we all perish in few days. If food is in shortage we suffer from famine and death. Man is dependant on his alimentations otherwise, he perishes. Atmospheric pressure along side air and its portion of oxygen are essentially primordial for our survival. A cut in oxygen for few moments and we all die.
All manifestation of life perish. So, if we exist as well as our food and oxygen to keep us alive, then there must be something that put us and it here, someone who has programmed it and made it work as it does, keeping it in control and in check. Unless you and I did not, then there must be something that has brought things to be what it is.
Only such an assumption renders our being explicable, otherwise. We are in an enigmatic whirlwind of search for explanations, our presence, the universe and the endless objects within it, whether built twenty billions of years ago or being eternal.
