If a rock thinks?
If a rock thinks about itself or the universe – that would be something.
But if a living human being thinks about itself or the universe – that’s nothing.
Each is matter.
One organised to increase the entropy of the universe, and to be self-aware – the other incapable of ‘will’ or ‘doing’ anything.
Yet both are the same, except for ‘organisation’ and ‘structure’ and inheritance.
What a privilege and honour it has been to be matter organised to produce sentience.
And ‘why’ being such a puny and irrelevant question in the grand scheme of the universe.
I am nothing and something at the same time.
My destiny determined at the outset – to return to being a rock.
Yet – I am not determined – for I am free, even to write this which means nothing to the ‘rocks’.
It’s cold in space.
I can only thank all that has allowed me to be more than a rock – for a while.
But then I will return to the ‘universe’ to be one with it’s chaos and its rocks.
Thanks – meaningless as it is – to the universe.