Life–Intro of my book
This is the current introduction for the book I am writing now; it’s an important theory that is not detailed but just presented as a teaser for the rest of the work. It is possible it will change until it’s final. I wanted to share it with you to hear opinions. Thank you. “Life” is the name of this first chapter.
I keep hearing how cruel everything in nature is and how life is about perpetuating species and surviving. I keep hearing how human psychology is governed by instincts, the ultimate one being to breed and continue the species. I see all-knowing scientists talk about the universe as if they built it themselves. I see priests and all sorts of people of all ages talk about God creating life. Yet there is something that I felt is missing about all this struggle for life: purpose. My answer is simple, and it’s just a prelude to all the questions that follow; in essence, this work.
The purpose of life is not to perpetuate itself, but to harness its goods. Life brings along spikes of individuality, humanity being its most productive branch. The purpose of life itself is to breed observers, for nothing exists without someone to observe it. Existence is relative, too. Universe itself would not mean anything without something to witness its greatness.
Unlike anything else, we living beings observe things even if not influenced by them. We learn, we see events happen, we decide and change things, we imagine, we create; we are unlike anything else. We are the jewel of the universe, an independent system working within a larger system. We are a world within a world that causes everything to exist and make sense. Ever think about how we actually see things? Take for example vision. Light reflects from objects around us and is received by our eyes then interpreted by the brain. Same happens with sounds captured by the ears, touch, smells, and all that we can define as normal or not so normal senses. They all take a part of information from the surroundings and complete the rest. We actually create the world around us within our mind every time we look at it, when we touch things or when we collect any information about something. In fact, ideas and thoughts, mental processes about something are also a form of scouting the vast universe, of seeing it. From plants to insects, to animals, to simple people, to high-end researchers and philosophers, anything that is living acts like a sensor, an eye of the universe to see itself and confirm its existence.
Memories are what keeps gods alive and artists legends. Our minds can give power to systems outside it, simply by creating them inside it. Even if the applications and implications of such theories are amazing–and I am not shy in sharing them–they are nothing without understanding the mechanism behind.
Every system follows a rule; this rule is what I will try to describe. Science alone is as incomplete as art. Some managed to find this rule in science and rigorous formulas, some did it in art, but most found it in religion. Only when both work together can something complete be achieved.
Each category of people was blinded by something. Scientists are limited by their strict and incomplete rules. Most of all, science is blinded by its fear not to become irrational and by its silent competition with ways based on intuition and considered non-scientific. Artists are misguided by their ability to invent new worlds and imagine things that are not there. The creative power is often a light, but light, if it’s too bright, will blind instead of show the way. Religious people were once close to the meaning, but knowledge means power and such power was ingeniously taken away from religion. Religion means the following of existing ways, not the search for new ones, so regardless of how right the way is, it will never move further. It requires a special kind of person to use art, science, or religion as a slingshot to take him to further levels of understanding, to break the limits of each of these categories.
My ways are my own and they are not scientific, artistic, or religious. I do not have science as a background; I am not an artist in the common understanding of the word, and I do not have a religion or such aims. So none of these act as a slingshot to make me search for more about this world. Since this is not a biography, my ways, my reasons, and my sources are irrelevant and they remain a puzzle hidden in plain sight, for none can answer a simple question: “What’s a Mur?”
Life is a single dot on the circle of the universe, a gate, an observer.