IT ALL GOES BACK TO THE HOKEY POKEY.

I started this blog asking the question, ‘Is the hokey pokey really what it is all about?’

The one thing I have discovered in my seventy-plus years is, as expressed in the Life of Brian, the meaning of life is - there is no meaning of life.

Many physicists have defined the human race as an accidental anomaly occurring on a small planet rotating around an unimpressive star in a galaxy of billions of stars, in a universe of billions of galaxies.

And then there is my 4 a.m. thinking from a physics background:

Our solar system looks amazingly similar to our conception of an atom; in which case we would be occupying an electron that we call earth rotating around a nucleus we call the sun.

  

Now our atom (solar system) is one of billions of atoms rotating a nucleus (black hole) forming a molecule we call the galaxy. 

That molecule is one of billions of molecules that make up a pustule on the ass of a half drunk female in leathers sitting on a bar stool in a biker bar in another dimension, comparing her tats with the bartender.

We, the human race of Earth, might call her God.

Now she in turn is sitting on an electron making up an atom that is part of a molecule …

And it’s turtles all the way down. 

 

These thoughts keep me awake early in the morning. 

the Ol'Buzzard

GOD, GUNS, GRITS, GRAVY, COSMOLOGY AND CHIVAS REGAL

Today my wife bought me a bottle of twelve year old Chivas Regal Scotch Whiskey and I am enjoying my second glass. 

Until you get melancholy and philosophical (and whiskey helps) you miss the point that we are  creatures with limited-intelligent living in a meaningless world; and since we are all alive only through happenstance, if we do value above all things moments of enjoyment we are squandering our chance existence.

We only need to pull our heads away from daily triviality and ponder infinity to realize how unimportant the human race - and you and I are.

Now wrap your mind around this: we are God’s chosen little pissants creatures living on a tiny spec in the Milky Way Galaxy, but it doesn't stop there - our Milky Way Galaxy is only one of millions of other galaxies inside our universe. 

Cosmology is the scientific study of the universe.    The only actual truths known among cosmologist are that our universe is 13.7 billion years old and that when astronomers peer out into the universe they can only see to a distance of 42 billion light years (known as our Cosmic Horizon) as this is how far light can have traveled since the Big Bang.  Almost everything else proposed by cosmologist is speculation. 

The only difference between a science fiction writer and a cosmologist is the sci-fi writer tells a story - since they are both speculating from a known to an unknown. 

Common sense tells us that space does not stop at our Cosmic Horizon and that there must be realms beyond our observable universe; but we have no ability to ever see or know this for a fact. 

The Idea that space has no end is beyond our meager ability to comprehend – some things just are.

Cosmologist have speculated that we are living in a bubble universe, brought about by the Big Bang - and that our bubble is composes of particles like electrons, quarks etc. that are held together by forces like electromagnetism and gravity - and that our bubble continues to expand.

 

Outside of our bubble are other bubbles produced by the same or similar eruption – some having very different types of physics, particles and forces.

 Outside our bubble exist an infinite number of other bubble universes. 

 

In other words: mankind is an insignificant creature and our personal existence is an anomaly: so why, as pseudo-intelligent life forms, are we squandering our brief existence on wars and politics and dividing factions and on the trivial minutia of everyday existence without stopping to enjoy a glass of Chivas Regal Scotch Whiskey?

I’m just asking

the Ol’Buzzard