It’s a common play yard device, the sandbox. Castles and moats and endless small buckets packed full. Gators curiosity found him wandering about the internet, seeking wisdom on the makeup of the sun. Stepping out of the sandbox a little and wondering what some of the other reptiles have to say.
Plasma and sunspots and coronas oh my! Probes abound on the moon and mars, sending information on the astounding makeup of our cosmos. Thus far, no intelligent life or traces of it found. The inevitable myth of billions of years pops up in the geographic now and then. It’s a comfort to some that there is no meaning to life, just random miracles of nonsense. The images of humanities desperate attempt to make god in our own image come to mind. The great god Hercules, drunk in an alley behind a bar in Pompeii’s suburb taking a leak. It’s a real sculpture, look it up. Great image of majesty.
Gator admits the science of construction is sound. Speculative origins and reasons for origins are a bit dicey in science. Somehow publications such as the Geographic come up with huge Megaloptic eons to form our planet. My favorite explanation takes less than a week. The most popular one these days is the ‘Big Bang’. You know the one. A big firecracker went off somewhere and all the see-able universe came out of that explosion. Carl Sagan and his billions and billions of years. A cosmic lay-away plan for evolution.
“I think, therefore I am an intellectual” So many voices vying us, telling us how old, how far, and yet, how unknowable. Always from as far as we have historical writings. I am, of course, assuming that up until fairly recently in the billion years the earth was created that the impossible microbial and double helix ‘came into being’. It would seem that carved stones and historical records were just not up to snuff to survive those millennia as we evolved from Reptiles (Gator gets on board with that one) but amazingly, the bees and the flowers evolved at exactly the same time so both could continue to exist.
There has been found ancient beeswax (not the old candles in our kitchen drawers either) All speculation on the thinnest evidence for eons. Atheist writers such as Darwin, Wallace, Origin and Dawkins believed adamantly in their cleverness and intellect seeing things themselves that any thinking man (if they were as clever as they were) would doubtless agree with. We can add Steven Hawking to that group as well. Of course, all dead, they now know the truth as must we when our time comes.
I prefer the wager that Pascal wrote. Simple bet, really. If I believe in the Lord when I have lived, then when my life is over, I spend eternity with Him. . If I do not believe in God, when I die I spend eternity without Him . If He does not exist then nothing happens. A recent acquaintance said to me: “Worm food. That’s what happens” A rather dismal image. We are overbuilt for this world alone.
Not much of a bet for the unbeliever. Death means ∞ either way. It’s where we spend it that counts.
It has been an ‘interesting’ time here on earth for us and lately, it has actually gotten worse on a global scale. We are desperately wicked and we are getting used to it as the frog, slowly boiling, relaxes in the comfy hot tub. The evidence is clear. As Jack’s favorite author stated: “ There are many myths about a god dying and coming back to life. Baldr, Odysseus, Persephone, Osiris, Queztalcaltl for a few. Even Jung stated that these things are trans-personal symbolism’s of the collective unconscious, and the only one that is historically recorded is the resurrection of Jesus.
Why not just have our sun go nova and wipe out the whole mess of us and start over? After all, we deserve it for our ways of worshiping ourselves instead of the obvious creator of all things. Time and again. Remember Baal? That false god demanded children be burned alive to appease him. Now we still kill them, but have added a profit of selling their body parts. 68.1 million so far, planned non-parenthood. All those clever philosophers now know the truth. They have met their creator.
He made us and all we see with a thought. I am glad He is merciful as well as wrathful. What is the tipping point for us? Pharaoh could not raise his son from death, I know someone who did. Jack Gator