If God is merely a force or power that puts events in motion and, in an unconscious but sentient way, guides the path of nature, man is but a portion of that immense whole. Mankind's purpose may be significant collectively, but the individual grows from nothing and returns to nothing, rendering her a wisp in a void.
Such a god does not communicate directly with mankind; nor does it necessarily show any sort of favoritism toward the species. Man, in such a world, is not a pinnacle of creation, but a thread in the cosmic tapestry. The thread may end, but the cloth spans the immensity of space. Our sentience is not the end, but the means to some far different and inexplicable end.
It certainly grates against the human psyche to think our species is unimportant to the cosmos. Such, I suppose is the allure of pure evolution: we raised ourselves from the dust to think and reason and create. We have something to be proud of.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
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