We really have no right to be unhappy.
We are the cosmological lottery winners.
Human beings are the luckiest sons of bitches ever.
We have it made. We have a nice magnetosphere to protect us, a cool atmosphere to breath, a nice hydrosphere to keep things lubricated (let’s face it, water’s main function is to lubricate), a nice sun to keep us warm, some gravity to keep us from flying away, and so much more.
Considering all the different ways the universe could have unfolded and you could NOT HAVE EXISTED, this life is pretty fucking cool.
I am one HELL of a lucky combination of atoms.
Do you guys realize that there have literally been MILLIONS of years before us? I think we throw around large chunks of time like “65 million years” way too easily.
On THIS EARTH there have been many multitudes of species that we will never EVER know about.
This Earth has traveled around the sun millions upon millions of times. And consciousness is appreciating the universe’s elegance now.
The universe really is perfect for us.
Putting natural phenomena to words is magical.
It absolutely blows my mind that gravity is a weak force.
The force that is keeping me from flying off into oblivion is WEAK.
Static electricity can overcome it.
And yet if this minuscule force didn’t exist, the universe as we know it wouldn’t exist.
That’s fucking INSANE.
I was talking to a friend about teleportation the other day and got to thinking.
There’s obviously no way to travel faster than light (maybe, not yet anyway), even at the atomic level, so instead you would have to break down the person at the beginning and then rebuild him or her, atom by atom, on the other end. But what REALLY fucks with my head is asking the question, “Is that the same person on this end that we broke down at the beginning?”
Chemically, we’d be exactly the same. Whether we’d be alive is one thing, we might have to kick start the body to get things going again, but assuming the person at the receiving end of the teleporter survived being built atom by atom, would it be the same person that was at the sending platform, or just an EXACT replica? Are we more than the sum of our parts?
I really don’t know and think it’s interesting to think that we are, that our consciousness is purely metaphysical, somehow not connected to our physical selves. But what if we are just the sum of our parts? Does that make us any less special? I don’t think so.