I have been flipping out about human evolution lately. The reality that humans are literally descendents from dust (i.e. if you leave dust and gas around long enough, in the right configuration you are going to come up with an entire planet full of people) is — in a word – UN–FUCKING-BELIEVABLE!!!
If, after pondering where you actually came from, your mouth is not on the floor then you simply aren’t getting it. Think about it:
Dust -4.6 billion years–> Human Race.
For me, his reality is still sinking in. . . and it’s changing my whole perspective on humans. They are a spawn of a bunch of rocks and gas that became billions of self aware, singing, laughing, loving creatures that spew an amazing complexity and depth of culture, art and science. . . a bunch of dirt that danced together in just the right way that it eventually began to drive monster trucks.
Gandhi, Jesus, and Einstein descended from mice goddamit! How lucky and awesome is that? Can you fucking believe this! How does species of weird proto-mouse creatures have sex and procreate for 180,000,000 years become a race of creatures that can calculate the age of the universe?? Once I even start to get my brain around this question I quickly start believing that humans are GODS, especially the really kick-ass humans, and by “gods” I mean miraculously awesome and worthy of worship.
Here is what intelligent design people seem to get wrong: The absolutely unbelievable odds that you have to overcome if you were a huge mass of particles to wind up spontaneously assembling together and then, after a few billion years, turn into intelligent life which somehow can grasp how this happened doesn’t prove that their is a God at all, it just proves that you and I, despite our faults and issues are ASTOUNDING and that the universe is awesome beyond words.
In the context of all the other carbon atoms formed in the depths of stars, that a few of them wound up being my fingers, and this keyboard, is unfathomably strange. It is beyond rational description how awesome it is that a few of these atoms, without any direction at all, would swim into the weird energy we call life and then churn themselves into a state that winds up conceiving of, encoding and performing the Brandenburg Concerto No. 6.
Ironically, when I started thinking like this, I really feel “the spirit”, stronger and more understandably than ever before. (You Mormons know what I mean.) It is nearly overwhelming.
The more I give up the idea that I am a child of God that should love everyone, the more I want want to love everybody, and myself.
So. . . I leave you with this question: If the more I completely give up the idea of a God that sees all, made everything and is directing things on earth, the more that I feel His love. . . What the hell is that?