A continuation of my evolution theory
To boldly pee where no man has peed before
What a long, strange trip it's been...
Anyone who has followed my writing ramblings knows that I have a problem with understanding where in the world everything came from. Now, for you first-time visitors, you may be thinking that i am talking (well, typing, really) about everything that we have on this wondrous little blue planet, third from the sun. Well, you would be quite wrong in that belief. What my problem with is, where did everything come from? And, in that, i mean the billions and billions, nay, trillions and trillions of stars, the planets that exist and once existed, the asteroids, comets, black holes, every little thing that exists, including life, on each and every planet and throughout the entire Universe.
My major problems begin with;
*If everything has a beginning then it all must have an end". (does this include Heaven?)
*If there is a vast nothingness at the edge of the Universe, then what is it, and what's on the other side?"
"If the Universe is traveling and constantly expanding, where is it expanding to? And, from?"
"If the Universe is constantly traveling, where is it going, and where did it start from?"
Which leads to...
"If the Universe is expanding, what happens when it reaches its limit and starts to contract?"
And, of course, if Heaven really exists, what happens to it when the Universe contracts?
Okay, now picture a big, rubber, inflatable ball. The inside of the ball represents the Universe, and the outside of the ball represents everything else. When the ball is popped, the inside comes in contact with the outside, and vice-versa, and alternate realities or conflicting models of physics could meet each other in a sudden conflagration of who knows what!
And then there was nothing
Death. The big sleep. The long goodnight. A visit with the grandparents. A desert oasis where there's 72 virgins for every jihadist (unfortunately, they're all 35-year old fat, hairy and geeky men who lived in their mom's basements for their entire lives). The sorrowful season's swan song. Nothingness. Nadda. The 6-foot deep dirt nap. The end of the line.
No matter what you call it, it'll happen to the best of us, the worst of us, and all the rest of us. You step on a butterfly in New York City in May and a clown dies in LA in June. Related? (*if so, there'd be a lot of dead butterflies on the NYC sidewalks in the springtime!)
Well, let's face it; death is something that we all have to face, and there are basically two thoughts on what happens after we die; we either continue on (as an angel, ghost, spirit, recreated animal or being, etc) or we just stop. Fade to black and don't come back, Jack.
But, what about Heaven?
One good thing that religion brings people is the belief that they will live on after death. That's right; if you're a good little boy or girl, (or, both) you get to live on in Heaven, along with all those who you have loved in your life.
How can i have a problem with believing in everlasting paradise?
The problem that i have with this is; what happens when the people that you want to "live" forever with after you die don't want anything to do with you in their afterlife?
Will there be a version of everyone for anyone who wants to live with them in heaven? What of couples where one of them loves the other to no bounds, but the other despises the first and cheats on them continuously?
Can i be great buddies with Jim Morrison and Jimi Hendrix while having Marilyn Monroe and Greta Garbo hanging on my sleeves? Will i get an endless bag of top-notch weed and a never-ending brick of Afghani hash to suckle on while fishing a beautiful mountain stream where a speckled trout bites every cast? Or, will the temperature be a few thousand degrees higher? I thought i was a good boy, but sometimes the lines are rather thin.
The problem with life is that nobody gets out alive.
Jim Morrison sang to us that nobody gets out alive. Then he died of a drug and alcohol overdose. Now, that's irony. If he has his own heaven, he will have the best LSD, heroin and a good backup band for his poetic singing. Well, at least his singing was heavenly!
Meaning to go to the Vulcan High Council, Spock got lost in Alberta
Space, the final frontier?
If space is indeed the final frontier, then heaven is out of the question. So, wouldn't it have been sweet to have been born a few hundred or thousand years in the future instead of now, when people live to 400 - 1200 years old, and travel between galaxies and planets on a regular basis.
Which brings us to Star Trek, and the Vulcan High council. Vulcan is a city in Alberta, Canada, where Spock was raised. Ironically, hard drugs are not legal here, nor are they rampant! Who'da thunk it?
As science maps space further and further, the least likely it becomes that their is a God, Heaven and Hell, and all that jazz. With Trillions and Trillions of planets circling Billions and Billions of stars (that we know of so far), at least a few of them have to have intelligent life. Maybe they won't bomb each other into oblivion, or until their planet retaliates on them, but they are most likely curious as to whether or not there is life elsewhere in the Universe.
The irony is that if they were to receive the radio and television signals that we have racing through space, they would never want to visit here for peaceful purposes. Maybe to gather a few billion slaves, or happy meals, but for peace? a piece of humanity, but peace? Nope. We blew that many times over!