The universe seems hostile... like it wants us to die, and is actively working towards that end. Yet amidst the universe trying to kill us all, look how far humanity has come. I mean, there's billions of us completely dominating a planet, and we'd dominate more if we ever figure out how to get off this one. Point is, there's a fighting spirit, a spiteful tact you might say, that encourages humanity and all biological organisms for that matter, to just keep trekking, to keep on getting up, to keep on taking the punches.
I suppose you could say the universe is neutral; it simply acts as a host for a huge variety of chemical reactions that produce an atmosphere that can support life. It cares not for the continuity of life, so long as it keeps moving in terms of the laws of thermodynamics. It may or may not be a coincidence that in producing an equilibrium, this planet actually created an environment that is prime for sustaining life, or at least life as we know it.
But then you might deduce that amidst the chaos of a rapidly expanding universe, that it would ever come to a point at all of producing life that can grow and perceive and feel, that the universe might be a caring place, a place that quickly works to the best of its ability to allow our continued existence, to heal our scars, to produce a more amiable future for our species or perhaps life in general. Perhaps even as we speak, as man wages war on one another and as we constantly put our planet at risk, the universe is trying to make amends for our sake in it's own round-a-bout way.
Or perhaps our ability to reason out any sort of temperament that the universe may have towards us is futile and illogical.
Anyway, this blog has now been updated. For what it's worth, it was fun, maybe I'll try to come back here more often.
