An Insignificant but Interesting article

Over the last few days I’ve had a few events playing ping pong with my eternal philosophy. All utterly useless, I must warn. It all started around a week back, when I was discussing DOOM 3's amazing graphics with a few friends. Somehow the discussion moved onto how, even after years of progress, man made systems are limited to a view of some thousand pixels. Someone asked, what is the resolution of the view we have of our world? It’s probably some unimaginably huge number, infinity to us. Optical zoom is infact said to be limited only by practical boundaries. That, again, extends to all of man’s inventions. Someone put forward the theory that all of man’s invention is indeed nothing but an emulation of nature’s creations. Indeed, who can argue with that.

And then it had to come to this. How terribly insignificant our existence is. We don’t know what’s beyond the Universe or what’s inside the electron; hell, we don’t know how it all started and when it’s going to end. It’s like, there’s this thing, something that is deeply entrenched in our daily existence, yet something that we haven’t been able to discover for our entire existence, something that we cannot even think about, which is beyond our domain of comprehension. We’re like a line drawn on a page of some cosmic book. We might be a part of an intricate design; but are more likely to be a careless scrawl.

Then, just the day before yesterday, I was reading an article on some blog, and it struck me, if we’re even thinking that there may be other pages than the one we are written on, just doing that makes us something different. Since a line on a page cannot even think that there is something beyond. But we can.

And then, someone made me a courtesy call. Someone showed me some care. Someone shared a dream. And as I watched the moon glow yesterday night, I thought, of course we have a purpose. Each and every one of us. And we live it every day. We are a part of whatever or whoever is running the show, if we weren’t there it would contradict his laws. We hold the universe together. Then the cynicism rooted inside asked, so is that all? Is our significance limited to just existing?

I had a look at the moon again. And the stars around it. I thought, what is their worth? What are they here for? This universe, all the worlds and stars included. Beyond their vastness and incomprehensibility, do they really serve a purpose? Maybe that’s where we’re wrong. We tend to mistake enormity for significance. The dynamics and vigor of the minds and hearts of human beings are much more interesting than the vast spaces of the cosmos.

For all we know, the purpose of an entire universe may be to ignite the hearts of two lovers lying down, watching the stars in awe on a clear night.