I few minutes ago I had a brilliant insight into life and the universe. It may or may not interest you, so I won’t bore you.
It struck me deeply. I sensed two possibilities for my insight. It resonated through me. The insight gave me joy. The resulting feeling suspended me “up” in a long, draining week for seconds.
Again, I see two possibilities for my insight, for a depth of feeling and realization words fail to convey.
Possibility one. All we are today results from a profoundly long series of random outcomes, against the Second Law of Thermodynamics, gathering star-dust from millions of extinguished stars to donate elements farther down rows of our Periodic Table to fire-form a planet within a hair’s breadth of distance from a correct sun needed for incredibly sophisticated RNA and DNA to take on a job of blindly evolving past millions of blind alleys to get to us. “Us” who can write, laugh, love, hear and even sometimes understand each other; and die. All of my memories, depths, and sharing now a meal for worms blindly eating either my corpse or plants enriched by my ashes. In a generation, at most, any who interacted or shared with me; join me in oblivion, as will we all. A remorseless universe neither taking note, caring or laughing.
Possibility two. A God described as having infinite capacity created the thought of me before assembling the iron and nickel for a core for Earth. He brought my mother from her birth family to an adopted family so she could marry and unite again with my father after two miscarriages to birth me. And so, minutes ago, this God shared my brilliant insight into life more intimately than even my wife could hope for. And if all that’s written of Him is good, when I die I am resurrected out of time into eternity to get this — share that insight with Him and possibly at the same depth with those purchased by His grace — around a dinner beyond compare before we get back to work.
How it all works is above my pay grade.
Possibility one says as a terrorist dies, it holds equal lack of value with the deaths of Jesus, Gandhi — the named and the forgotten. From nothing formed, and to nothing returned.
Possibility two gives me Hope to hold to values. I choose P two. Probably as it demands more of me in faith, giving to, making a difference, loving and weeping — living. If Hope is a crutch, then inscribe mine with the name for me in Heaven I don’t even know, yet.
See? I can now say, “yet”!