So what is it we do here? Why do we birth and grow and learn and build and love and care and strive and CARE? What role is it we fulfill in the order of the cosmos? And why should we care at all about fulfilling it?
Materially, the fruits of our collective lives and toils would seem to be the building. The history that we have inherited back across the ages, the knowledge that our forefathers have cultivated, grain by grain, is a mountain of structure and wisdom, some of it more nebulous than other, that each generation inherits, tries for itself, and builds upon. In a word, the fruit of our effort may be SOCIETY - the collective material remnants of all that previous generations managed to keep alive for those born after them. Like a tapestry - it is a collective weaving of stories, languages, customs, science, technology, and insights, including sections for the various races, nations, and groups that have contributed, upon which we continue to weave on and on.
But all these fruits matter not to he who dies, to he the I within who is swept away from this world by death and oblivion. What gains the soul from this creation and decay? What fruits does it reap from the buildings that break, from learning that stales, from partners who die? What is the role of the "I am" being that inhabits this very body that coordinates the typing of these words? Why is this intangible conscious I included in a system where only matter appears to matter?
Nature obviates the unnecessary - no pebble is forgotten and no thread is left unwoven in this vast jigsaw puzzle we inhabit. What are the motive and purpose, then, of this consciousness that we are and live and feel and exist as, day by day?
I posit matter alone does not build these structures of earth and water and flesh. That the deterministic effects and diagrams now long stale in physics textbooks are in actuality choices - a continuous stream of choice emitted from within every vibrant particle in the universe, at times called "Brownian motion" or dismissed as randomness. This stream of choice is emitted from the soul within, seen from above as disordered chaos, as one would expect from an uncountable throng of atoms. And yet from such choice emerges cohesion when groups are formed. Atoms combine to form molecules, molecules to enzymes, enzymes to cells, cells to organs, organs to plants, animals, and humans. Plants onto forests, animals onto packs and ecosystems; humans onto families, tribes, and nations. Nations unto mankind.
As a billion trillion water droplets combine to form cohesive clouds, flowing rivers, and level mists, so do our atoms combine, find each other, and weave into the cells and organs and bodies that we inhabit and use, day in and day out. The consciousnesses of the myriads of servants at our disposal care for the continuous maintenance and the minutiae of their own tiny domains, so that we, the cohesive consciousness behind our individual conglomerate body, may materialize intelligent and directed choice, our words and our actions, onto this buildable, malleable, and ever-receptive world of matter.
What for? Whence comes the choice, and towards which purpose? It comes from our essence, and it seeks satisfaction. Satisfaction of equalizing the inside with the outside, or finding balance between the intrinsic and the expressed. For with each choice we follow our urge to express who we are in one way or another, in one or another of our many dimensions, to flow out our essence, to imprint our relevance, the WHO of our ARE, onto the world. In other words, to eventually see out expressed in the world the essence of WHAT and WHO we are, in our complete and refined glory. And the answer to that universal mystery of ours is yet to come (if it ever can be fulfilled) only eons after all the bodies and knowledge and structures we have built have been discarded as mere scaffolding along the way to our final epiphany.
Thus Life flows, as us within it.
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