The gift of being is not a present from a Giver, something that was handed out, donated, an offering, bestowal, bonus, award or an endowment. The gratuity of our largesse, the so-called perk and benefaction of our being was a benefit of the way the universe was/is—the luck of our path through evolution.
Life Savor
Oh thee, of thine, whence came this life of mine?
I wish to thank thee for this living wine.
Oh Nature, Father Time, Guiding Star—
Thanks for throwing me this earthly lifeline.
Opportune
Be wide aware when chance shines as your sun,
For she, in turn, happens on everyone—
Graciously welcome the lady of luck
By recognizing her as Dame Fortune.
The Balance Sheet of Existence
Life on Earth is death’s borrowed debit;
We spend this life on good fortune’s credit;
We’re not God’s puppets, but free of the strings;
Dispensing with angst, we’re free to live it.
Luck Happens
Asteroids swept away many species;
Two chromosomes fused, leaving chimps behind;
RNA remembers all survivors;
Good fortune smiled on Homo Sapiens.
The Meadows of Heaven
We, of the highest consciousness and of the most versatile form, so far as we know, reside as the ultimate beings in this rarefied realm of the Earth—as we are among the most fortuitous creatures that the universe has ever wrought; in fact, we ARE the universe come to life—necessarily from a long line of many fortunate accidents, via the possibility of the causeless potential.
It had to be this way, for any universe in which we could appear would have to be suitable for us or we wouldn’t even be around to discuss it. Looking back in time, we already know, ahead of time, that we will see what might have doomed us if some events had gone another way. All this we know and expect because we are here.
Perhaps, in some other ‘wheres’, junkyard universes litter the omniscape in every direction, for they all flunked, failed, and miscarried—maybe a quadrillion trillion universes broken down for every one that worked to any extent.
In some of these forlorn universes, perhaps the material was inert and so it just sat there and did nothing forever. In others, perhaps gravity was insufficient or had no natural place to collect particles, although those particles may even have been somewhat similar to ours, and so it thinned out endlessly and spread coldly toward infinity. In yet others, again, even those in the same ballpark as ours, perhaps the portions weren’t quite right, and although they may have formed a few elements, they went no further after that for a zillion years.
In our universe, the dark chest of wonders of Possibility and Probability opened up in just the just right way, and naked ‘quarks’ spewed forth, among other things, and boiled and brewed in one of the steamiest broths ever cooked up. They somehow simmered and combined into the ordinary matter of protons, neutrons, and so forth. Quite independently, by some unknown means, dark matter and energy arose, as well, in exactly the right mix, and, perhaps, too, some very long filaments, called cosmic strings, may have formed and survived long enough to be useful as collection agents; they were merely imperfections, as in an unevenly freezing pond—a kind of a cooling flaw.
None of these various independent happenings were related or connected to the others, but by lucky fate, but, ‘fortunately’, the cosmic strings attracted, by their gravity, both dark and ordinary matter, which, in turn, attracted even more of the same.
The pearls of embryonic galaxies arose and were strung along these cosmic necklaces, as can be noted even now. So it was that some almost incidental irregularities, frozen out as cosmic anchors, were latched onto by matter, both light and dark, the proportionate portions of which were favorable, as well, the dark matter dwarfing our ordinary matter for some reason of a happy ‘circumstance’. Fortuitously, as well, anti-matter, if there ever was any, did not fully cancel out all of the ‘uncle-matter’.
The universe could not foresee any of this in and of itself’s ‘fundamental’ substance(s) emitted, for, if it could, then we’d only have the larger and near infinite problem of how the foreseer could have been foreseen, ad infinitum… So, it would have been, at best, like the ‘trying’ out of all possibilities in superposition… really just a brute force happening of paths gone down at random.
We know much of the rest of the story—how the stars and supernovae created the elements, which combined into molecules, which, auspiciously, became able to replicate themselves and progress to make cells, tissues, and life.
And then there was oxygen, a mere waste product of photosynthesis by bacteria, and later, plants, that could fill the lungs, as well as build an ozone layer of protection from the harmful rays of outer space. Luck on top of luck, good fortune, and then prosperity, ‘stumbled along’ the right path.
Of course, all this took billions upon billions of years—and it is this long ‘yardstick’ that both baffles the mind, sticks in the throat, and demonstrates the long time lag need to produce even the tiniest of advances. It bears all the hallmarks of randomness at work.
Dinosaurs roamed the Earth for over two hundred million years—imagine the length of that—supreme and invincible from all but their own kind—the kings of all the Earth ‘forever’, on land, sea, and even in the air—heading towards forevermore and beyond, but…
Dame Fortune again intervened when the asteroids or some such catastrophe finished the dinosaurs as well as over 90% of the existing species. This random event left a vacuum in which new species could thrive.
Proto-man gave way to near-man and thence to us, eventually, when two chromosomes fused together, making us incompatible with the chimps—and so our ancestors then truly descended from the trees! We came to need no specialized niches, since we could adapt to any terrain, having brains that could learn much more after birth than instinct could bestow before. Our higher level consciousness was the crowning glory—we had won the human race—the be all and end all—the grand prize, the largest lottery. So, there is nothing more, aside from our own progress to be and learn.
DNA remembers every step—and you can see this in fast motion when embryos form simply in the liquid womb, replicate, and grow cells that diversify into a human being. Four billion years compresses into the nine months of pregnancy.
So, then, hail, and good fortune, fine fellows and ladies, and welcome to all of you to the Meadows of Heaven—the highest point of all being, although we are surely still in our infancy. The path chosen by potential ends here, with our consciousness, for now. The design and the role of mankind is now in our hands. We were borne here upon the shoulders of so many who have long since come and gone, advancing the cause, over eons of wiles.
Fare thee well, fine friends, for we are some of the luckiest sons and daughters of being in a rare universe well done. Celebrate. Live. Be.