I always think about what could be the stake of not being alone in the universe.
If there are other civilizations out there, there is a question, actually the question: Why me and why here?
This question goes beyond the meaning of life, it stands in questioning why my consciousness, my me, had been generated on this planet among the billions possible.
Every time my brain gives me such a question I wonder over how grandiose the universe is and why things happen in the way they do.
I consider myself an atheist, I don’t believe in any god nor in a great design.
My idea about the universe stands in the fact that there is no meaning in life beyond the meaning that we give to it.
And this could be the answer: It just happened that I was born on a planet in a desert solar system, at the very edge of one in a billion galaxies and that will be forever my place.
In a universe where the chance was to end up being a scientist on the verge of discovering time travel in a civilization in the constellation of the Lion or general fighting some significant war across its galaxy, I ended up on Earth.
Not even we know the boundaries of life and my consciousness could even be inside a living star or in some quantum scale sentient particle.
Maybe in the great scale of things, there is a meaning to all of this, maybe there is a design after all.
But here is the problem: how could an atheist believe in the concept of intelligent design that is well inside the boundaries of theism and it goes too outside my point of view about the universe.
But we are humans and we like to explore the physical world as the metaphysical one.
We love to be philosophers at least once in a lifetime so let’s do it, let’s try to answer my great dilemma:
Can the universe have a great plan without a designer?
Science fiction often touches on this topic, mostly in time travel-related arguments with the fact that the time fight back, you can’t change it and similar gibberish.
But it is always unclear if there is some intelligent force behind it or it simply happens because of cosmic reasons.
Let’s bring this to the scale of the universe and imagine a singularity that starts expanding into the universe without apparent plan or direction.
This universe starts growing and filling space with the matter, time, stars, planets, and so on.
While this process happens, four basic forces start pulling matter in a coherent order across this virgin universe.
But something happens, life emerges now and then, at this point all that exists needs directions for this new stranger to operating accordingly to the great scale of things.
The universe needs chaos and order to operate together and so it starts making routes for life and non-life to stay together.
But there is a problem, actually more than one so let’s analyze them
The universe is always expanding
This is one of the greater principles in cosmology and this is beyond the control of this unintelligence, it is within his nature but defeating your own nature is difficult if not impossible if you don’t have the intelligence to fight it.
At this point, the great plan has to modify its big plan accordingly with the fact that the distances are increasing and it has to operate in order to keep the new lines in accordance with the rest of the universe.
A dog chasing its own tail forever, the Uroboros.
More problems come now, the universe expands faster than the speed of light but information can’t so this plan is really starting to feel non-coherent, not intelligent, it falls apart on a big scale.
That’s how nature works, that’s the inevitability of chaos toward what everything goes.
It even tries putting life together, a life that follows an unclear path to complexity for no reason.
And even evolution itself can be an analogy and even a great example of this concept, life adapts in various and unrelated ways, but in the end, you have a working planet-size ecosystem of life that somehow works.
And here we are with a silly, nasty boy in a civilization that is trying to grow up in a time that’s definitely too late to explore its own planet but early to explore the universe.
Maybe I am the result of a master plan that is always changing and adapting to an evolving situation.
Intelligence is unpredictable
Being this great plan unaware of what is actually happening it will be really easy for something that is actually aware of the universe (like life) to go around the universe and make a mess in all of this.
I’m not speaking about the little monkeys on that little blue planet at the edge of the milky way, I mean, I know them and they couldn’t leave their solar system.
I’m speaking about beings on the top of the Kardashev scale, being that can touch the universe and mess with it is a way undreamable to us.
At this moment there is something that can really mess with the scope that has been handled till now so how can this strange unintelligent universe?
Well, it doesn’t because that is exactly what we as intelligent beings do: We take the rules that drive the world, we destroy them and we rebuild them according to our need… This is progress in his simpler definition.
I am a writer, I love telling stories and I’m amazed how somehow plots seems to be alive and I already made a post about it but allow me to make an example in order to give a gist of the post and at the same time working as a sum for this post till now.
Imagine you are writing a story in which your spaceship needs to be around a black hole but you don’t have an idea on how they can reach it.
Months later you write another story in which a spaceship reaches a black hole.
Is a different ship, a different crew but you suddenly realize that those stories can be merged into one.
Does this sound like two totally unrelated events that seem to stick together in a greater plan?
This can be the final proof that maybe something greater than humanity is out there, something even greater than any god.
Or maybe is everything a cosmic fluke in which we found logic because we were born in it.
Note: I don’t believe in any way that this is true, I wrote this post because it is interesting to evaluate the possibilities, even the stranger ones.