I have always described myself as an agnostic, but the longer I live, the more I see how religious fanaticism destroys peace, the more I see myself as an atheist. Imagine my surprise as I recently found myself with an intrinsically religious notion! It goes like this:
As far as we currently know, there must be millions or billions or trillions of inhabitable planets in the universe. I don’t know exact numbers and neither do those who know much better than I, but exact numbers are irrelevant here. Let’s say countless.
Some of those planets will not only be inhabitable, they will indeed be inhabited, some by life forms far more primitive than humans, but some by life forms far advanced. Everything we know about life and statistics points in that direction.
Yes, there is the Fermi Paradox (along with some solutions), but regardless of the fact that they seem to be silent, we can be pretty sure that they are out there. Of course we don’t know whether they’d regard us as peers or as food, but it is human nature to be curious.
Although our present understanding of physics does not give us any clear indication that interstellar travel is possible, science fiction has a lot of ideas. But then, what if there’s really no way to get off of our rock? What if we’re confined to our planet and so is everybody else to theirs? What if interstellar travel is really an impossibility?
Just think about it.
How does it feel?
Yup! I don’t like it. It makes me feel … cheated. Unfairly treated. And that troubles me.
Why? Because the notion of fairness necessarily requires someone who is or could be fair, and in the context of our question that could only be … God 🙂
Well, you don’t see me converted, but it amuses me how much even I look for the comfort of meaning, so much so, that even though my mind denies the idea of “intelligent design”, my emotions seem to require it. Funny, huh?