How did we get here? Why are we here? Is there a god? Is there anything? There has to be – it is in our insinct to believe in something. We are insignificant, I don’t know.
I don’t believe the theory that God created the world from swirling mist. I do believe that in some way, the world was created by someone.
To some extent I believe the ‘Big Bang’ theory, that there were particles of something which then exploded and went on to create the universe. You can say that there is no-one out there, and that it was the ‘big bang’, but – how did the ‘particles’ get there? Maybe it was Giant Aliens that put them there and made them explode as an experiment, even THAT leaves you thinking ‘how did the Giant Aliens get there?’ No matter how much you go back in time to the creation of the Universe, the creation of Existance, you will always end up with a question mark. There are countless possibilties as to how we got here, and the truth is, we’ll never know the truth. Does it really matter anyway? Maybe we’re not supposed to know… but as long as we’re stuck together on this cramped little planet, killing starving and hating each other won’t get us anywhere, even if we wanted to get somewhere. Clothes are just clothes, skin is just skin, and humanity is just one thread in the everlasting tapestry of existance.
And I’m too scared to find out why.