Rant
What if it's all just a huge accident?
I mean, everything, just one big, humongous blip that shouldn't have happened, but did.
The Big Bang, God, the universe, the planets and time. Everything.
I been thinking lately of how we as a species bang our drum and sing our songs as Children Of The Universe and spout extraordinary theories about time, and evolution and multiple universes and dimensions.
We worship our heroes and stand by our flags and proclaim ourselves to be such and such and exemplary so and so, but what if it's all just so much bollocks? What if everything just occurred as a flash in the pan?
A plant grows in some soil and a zillion poets spring into outpourings of miracles and beauty, or an amazing photograph of some passing rock is posted on social media and creates a circus of frenzied posts about comets and the myriad wonders of our universe.
I mean, did you see the hullabaloo that was caused on our news broadcasts because someone saw some stupid dress in a different colour to someone else? But why does that suddenly become newsworthy in this chaotic world? Who cares?
What if nothing matters? Beyond ourselves on this Earth absolutely nothing is of any significance. Galaxies spin around black holes and other galaxies and Stars burst into life and megalithic gas clouds drift aimlessly as we peer into the huge vastness hoping to find another Earth and Professor Drone drones on about how important some particle is, and just shut up, I get a headache just thinking about it.
I just don't care today. In two hundred years time we all of us will be gone, fading faces in fading photographs of people whose names are just on the tip of my tongue, but I don't know who he was anyway, have another glass of chintz.
And our achievements in this world matter only to us and those who care for us, and it just has no bearing at all on how our planet orbits our Star.
If everything happened purely by chance as it may well have done, then let's carry on eating our beans and supping our chintz and arguing about the colour of that stupid dress.
....and having the occasional rant.