These days the universe is sniggering. It is frequently being asked when it began as though a birthday card is on someone's desk and the writer has never been sure how old the recipient is, much less what specific address to send it to.
The universe was already in existence. The Big Bang explosions what happens next. (--Brian Greene interview, Commonwealth Club, Mind, Matter and the Search for Meaning, March 2020)
I fall in the compromised elderly category in this time of COVID-19. I get a call from our state representative's office checking up on needs and stuff. Someone asks if they could get us something from the grocery store. My son and niece unobtrusively check in around St Patricks Day and the vernal equinox to see if there is a pulse able to respond. My president doesn't want me to feel he is not in charge and control of everything -- so he abjures facts and earnest words of caution in favor of telling me how hard it is to be a billionaire and not certain he'll be re-elected if people choose to live rather than his having a strong economy and bailout residuals for his resorts and business deals.
And I know I am loved.
I think about increasing my life-span by changing my diet, maybe become vegan or vegetarian -- but realize I'm already (in some eyes) old, and should have died at least twenty years ago when I became a senior citizen.
Then Greene says the universe has no beginning. Consciousness is just particles and life forces.
Religion will never explain the external world.
William James says feel the world, don't just lay out the nuts and bolts of it.
Walt Whitman leaves the lecture hall, goes outside, and looks up at the night sky.
And it occurs to me that there is no beginning of anything. Nor, I suspect, is there any ending to anything. Except that I've already had peanut butter and jam on toast and I have to convince myself that I've had it and should not make another one.
If such a preposterous notion is valid, no beginning and no end, are we starting to move to an understanding of the notions that there is no birth and no death? Change, yes, in the composition and deterioration of matter. And form.
But, nothing is born and nothing dies? I wonder. Appearances occur. And, form dissolves. Awareness surrounds the conscious universe, then, apophatic aphasia mutes articulation and description.
Greene says there is no such thing as an external version of right or wrong. He might also be saying that everything that is is an expression of our inside-out investigation and manifestation of meaning and purpose. That there is no outside. Only the realization of the within of everything.
Our being-here is, if you will, gift. But it is a gift of itself to itself from itself. Once we have let go of an external God or fate commanding our actions and demanding our compliance -- and turn, rather, to alertness of the passage through the permeating-within of who we are where we are when we are (and possibly why we are) -- we are tying our boots, snugging our caps, zipping our coats, and opening the door to wander into and through the body within the body within the body within the body we call the universe changing itself again and again.
And here we are!
Sláinte