The seemingly infinite and still expanding universe, carrying this singular germ of fragile yet industrious life on a tiny blue-green planet revolving around a yellow star, there has evolved such a species which prides itself as intelligent, parades in imagined happiness, blinding affluence and worthless praises, living short lives borrowed from the Goldilocks zone while playing with the future of their sole cosmic blue-green lifeboat.
In the Grandest scheme of things, there is no scheme at all.
It exists, because and therefore, it does. We are not destined to survive our own apathy for our planet. It is astounding how blind we are to our corruption of the planet, considering we are supposed to be excellent among apes, at pattern recognition. We are excellent at making up patterns and rules and customs and traditions and believe the World runs because of everyone’s obedience of one or many of the other. We live, obsessing over death. Surrendering thought in favour of dogma in search of peace was flawed to begin with because the death of new ideas would have been the death of humans long before today. Ideas have survived the onslaught of dogma and today, for through that exploration of new ideas, Scientific and Romantic truths are both Poetic.
The world is not made up of human emotions, desires and actions. The world would outlive us but it is dying from us. The world is made up of an intertwining play of choice-dependent processes; Things wont work out to save us in the end, like we have been shown in every apocalyptic movie.
Everything within has a counterpart without and all science is inherent and all pervading. The laws hold up to only themselves and they all exist in sublime harmony.
Into the truths of such a world only those of us can venture, who can see into and beyond what the senses can rationalise and experience what is incomprehensible; from there the yet to invented words and symbols sing a melody, a rhythm of extraordinary scope and symmetry.
Having returned, what they share and we develop upon, will keep us going. Together in freedom, forever onwards, towards society that is a fractal counterpart of the harmony, fractured yet manifest, in the fabric of our universe. To survive man-made strife, we have to embody human spirit. Only when we solve our social problems will we ever become an interplanetary species, until then we have Matt Damon and Matthew McConaughey to act like it.
If we care to survive, we will take care to survive
To listen and behold! and be afloat in the sensation; to open your eyes, smiling and speak with concepts of rationale and scientific understanding – that, so far known and the truths beyond. That is the scheme for survival we have to recognise from the patterns. If , as we have always thought we were, we are survivers, i.e.