tumbleweed41
Resident Liberal Hippie
A common question asked is, 'what is the meaning of life?'. Answers vary based upon personal and/or religious philosophies. But to me, as a Deist, this is not a valid question, but rather part of the answer to an even bigger question.
What is the meaning of the existence of the universe? For what purpose did the First Cause cause the universe to begin?
While it would be presumptuous to say for certain what that reason may be, or even if a reason is needed, I can offer my own philosophy.
The purpose of the universe, or the answer to the simple question of 'why?', is life.
Every burning star, every stellar event contributes to the basic necessities of life somewhere in the universe.
Here on Earth, teeming with life, we are but one of billions of potentially life supporting planets. I am not just talking about higher thinking life forms, or sentient beings such as homo sapiens. I am talking about everything from the smallest microbe to the most complex of living creatures. Life in all its myriad forms.
As harsh and unforgiving as our universe seems to be, life, here on Earth and more than likely elsewhere, thrives. It struggles, evolves, finds a nitch, extinguishes to give way for better forms, and potentially destroys itself. But life in some form continues.
Life is it's own meaning, it needs no other reason.
Tumbleweed
What is the meaning of the existence of the universe? For what purpose did the First Cause cause the universe to begin?
While it would be presumptuous to say for certain what that reason may be, or even if a reason is needed, I can offer my own philosophy.
The purpose of the universe, or the answer to the simple question of 'why?', is life.
Every burning star, every stellar event contributes to the basic necessities of life somewhere in the universe.
Here on Earth, teeming with life, we are but one of billions of potentially life supporting planets. I am not just talking about higher thinking life forms, or sentient beings such as homo sapiens. I am talking about everything from the smallest microbe to the most complex of living creatures. Life in all its myriad forms.
As harsh and unforgiving as our universe seems to be, life, here on Earth and more than likely elsewhere, thrives. It struggles, evolves, finds a nitch, extinguishes to give way for better forms, and potentially destroys itself. But life in some form continues.
Life is it's own meaning, it needs no other reason.
Tumbleweed