I'm half-way through Blasphemy by Douglas Preston. It's a story about a machine that is something like the Large Hadron Collider. Something goes wrong and the machine starts to behave like God, able to read people's minds and to answer our deepest questions.
One of the questions posed was what the purpose of existence was. God answered that she did not know the ultimate purpose, for if she knew, existence would be pointless. "If the end of the universe was present in its beginning---if we are merely in the middle of the deterministic unfolding of a set of initial conditions---then the universe would be a pointless exercise."
"If you're at your destination, why make the journey? If you know the answer, why ask the question? That is why the future is---and must be---profoundly hidden, even from God. Otherwise, life would have no meaning."
Which brings me to my thought. If even God has no meaning for existence, why should the rest of us bother? And has anyone asked what God's purpose for existence is? Does she have a purpose-filled life? If even God is at a loss to finding the purpose of life, what more the rest of us?
Perhaps that's what life is---merely a journey. It need not to have purpose, it's just a journey; let's enjoy our walk in the woods.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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