Existential Angst

I’ve been seeing a lot of Neil deGrasse Tyson in my YouTube Shorts feed. I’m not sure where he came from, but he is fascinating. Neil is an astrophysicist, and talks a lot about space, a vast subject that, if thought about too long or too deeply, can really mess with you.

The primary property of Space is right there in the name: space. It’s empty, vastly empty. The odds of running into something, even if you visit a location as allegedly crowded as our asteroid belt, are minuscule. Space, mostly, is just a huge, empty vacuum.

But there is stuff in it. Things so large you cannot imagine them. Star clusters, nebulae, gas giants like Jupiter are so mind-bendingly huge that they could roll over earth without even realizing it was there. This minuscule speck of dust we reside on is a tiny planet in a vast solar system, which in turn is a tiny part of our Milky Way galaxy, which is a small galaxy existing in the known universe which, though unknowably huge, could be a tiny bit of the stuff we can’t see.

And where did all this stuff come from?

We live in a comparatively microscopic space, but as mankind evolved into consciousness and looked around at what he could see (or what she could see—let’s not be sexist) they decided that some sort of God had ordained it. Yet looking at if from the outside in—from the vast universe, to the unimaginably huge galaxy, to the gigantic solar system, and finally to the tiny blue planet called earth—the notion that we’re expected to believe a God or gods zeroed in on this sub-atomic partial of the Universe for special processing seems far-fetched to say the least.

That doesn’t mean it couldn’t or didn’t happen, but it does seem unlikely. Just sayin’.

OTOH, the humanoids who evolved into consciousness eventually invented the “Inside the Egg Scrambler,” so, that sorta proves the existence of God, right?

Well, you do you.

Anyway, that’s where my head is at these days, so I thought I’d share it with you so your head can explode, as well.

As for me, I’m off to scramble some eggs inside the shell and finish off the sherry.