Some thoughts at 5am a few months back.
Since before we can speak, we have been taught a truth of the world, there is good and there is evil. Our hopes have bred us to believe that good triumphs over evil, love over hate, life over death, and so forth. We are taught all the workings of the world from the most elementary 1+1=2 to the deepest levels of intellectual debate. Mankind is the dominant species of this world and man is inherently good. Therefore, if man is inherently good, our kind will overcome the obstacles in our way along the path to an ultimate good and of peace. As we embrace our inherent goodness, we cast out anything we deem to be against our good. If something is not of man, or his good, then it must be of evil, for there can be no light of man without a darkness to defeat. Without a counter force, the light will be indifferent and indistinguishable.
These simple truths have lead us to begin drawing lines through life and the world around, to divide the good from the bad. To picture this, think of a circle with a line down the middle, one side is dark the other is light. A rather elegant form of judgment: look at something, decide if it’s good or bad, then assign it its proper place. As perfect as this plan may seem, we have come across many elements that fall right on the line dividing the two halves. We’ve pushed, we’ve pulled, and eventually we’ve categorized them one way or another, for an element may have apparent elements of light and dark, but it “must” be more of one than the other, if even by the smallest fraction. As we begin looking closer at this collection of “abnormal” elements, we can begin to see that the line we cast between good and bad is a lot wider and filled with more and more elements containing fractions of both sides.
To take a step back, we can see that life, the world, and all things appear to follow a pattern rotating through the good and the evil. Day becomes night which becomes day and returns to night. People are born, people die, and new people are born. Even the planet cycles through seasons of birth and seasons of death. You wake up, then slumber off to sleep, and awaken the next day. Within any well-defined window, one can find a cycle to events.
From what we’ve learned about the world around us, for any change in event their must be some force, some form of influence on an element, otherwise it will remain in it’s natural unchanged state. The question this leads us to ask is what causes the night to become day and the day to become night. Obviously for a cycle of rotation there must be a force that acts stronger at one given moment and weaker at another, while oppositely another force acts weakly at the initial time and stronger at a later time. This form of push and pull on a system would cause large amounts of irregularity in a cycle. Days would become longer and nights shorter, or the reverse, unless there was some level of control to just when these forces act. From our initial statement about changing the state of an element, the same can be applied to the thought of these forces, what regulates the magnitude of their pushes and pulls.
One can argue back and forth on any of the reasons behind any of these questions, but it is my belief that a far more intriguing question will eventually have to be asked: If there is some form of force acting on us, how do we influence it back, if we can at all? Now to assume that there is necessarily some way we can interact with this “godlike” force behind the tiniest changes in the world would be a blasphemous claim of which no precedence nor known experiment could prove. The simplest starting point we have in which to begin our journey is this: At one point, before knowledge, before fact, before anything was known, before anything was derived, before anything was anything by name or description, things were. Man did not gain some sudden amazing understanding of the world, it’s makings, or anything.
Great minds will tell you that as you go deeper and deeper behind a known concept, eventually you will find a hypothesis. A hypothesis is an educated guess, but if nothing is known, what is it educated on? At some point, a guess was made about something, that through some grace of existence maintained credibility long enough for another, slightly more complex, guess to be made. Eventually, guess upon guess was made until eventually something became fact. This form of understanding is similar to trying to build a house in the middle of the sky, you keep pouring cement down until eventually it fills up everything to the point we desire it. Although we have progressed greatly and accomplished many things based on these facts we so openly embrace, one may wonder what “truths” we covered up and lost in laying the foundation for our understanding.