Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Evolution Part 2

Our consciousness is an accident of evolution. There is no greater purpose or meaning to our self awareness. Our consciousness is one of the outcomes of evolutionary bio-chemistry: it has happened once, it probably has happened before, and it will happen again. Thus the human mind is not the final outcome of evolution, but one of many. And if we strip ourselves of our arrogance, perhaps, there could be outcomes for a much more profound self aware existence hidden in the deep depths of the evolutionary process. Our self awareness is shaped in large part by our senses, but those senses reveal just a tiny fraction of the universe.
Imagine a creature evolved with much more developed senses: to see not only the light of the sun, or the sound of the world around it, but also to sense the photon of that very sun light, and to sense the divergent and convergent waves of sound; or a creature that watches an apple fall from a tree and can actually sense the gravity that pulls that apple down: imagine: the profound type of consciousness that arises from the depths of those senses. Would that conscious mind also seek meaning and reason to fill the void, a void that such an evolved creature can experience beyond anything we can ever dare to imagine? For if we can only see a fraction of the light and a fraction of the darkness, a much more evolved creature not only sees more light then we do, but much more darkness, and perhaps a greater need to fill that darkness with meaning, purpose, religion, a god.

Maybe god is an outcome of the conscious mind that itself is an arbitrary outcome of an evolutionary process which in itself just a natural outcome from the combination of the basic fundamental laws of our current universe in its current state.

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Untitled Poem written in 1996

She shifts through the ashes of sorrow,
searching for something to make the flame burn bright once more.
The deeper she searched the more her heart gave way,
to the images of a flame that burned bright in her head.
Now there she laid dead amongst the ashes,
and the night breeze whispered in sadness;
but there was a smile on her face, and wide open were her eyes,
staring at a beautiful bright flame of a distant star in the night sky.

Unfinished Poem started in 2008

Life in the mind of the young is infinite.
Time blunts the infinite edge.
When words first take power, they describe the world around us.
When words first fail us, they reveal the world beyond us.