•Why does anything exist at all?
•Why this existence and not another?
•Is existence infinite?
•If infinite, what does that mean?
•Or, instead, was existence created?
•If created, by what or by whom?
•If created, out of what—nothing at all?
•If so, what can that possibly mean?
•Is there a teleological “purpose” behind existence?
•What happens after we die?
And, of course: where do you and I fit into all this?!
It would seem that, once you go that far out on the metaphysical limb, rational thought itself simply implodes into the philosophical equivalent of a Black Hole. Logic may go in but what exactly comes out?
Out there is right around the corner from God, I suppose. And, in contemplating mysteries that profound, if you don’t feel something of a “mystical” sense of reality you simply aren’t going out far enough.
Consider:
You and I are but two minds on a planet of 6,600,000,000 additional minds on this tiny little planet in this tiny little solar system in this humdrum galaxy in a universe of billions of additional galaxies in what may or may not be one of an infinite number of parallel universes.
In turn, it is said that, if you put a single grain of sand in the world’s largest cathedral, there would be more volume of sand in that church than there are stars in the entire universe. In fact I was just reading a book on astonomy that showed a picture [from Hubble] of these two gigantic galaxies containing billions and billions of stars that had just collided with each other. But the authors noted there is so much space between stars, they doubt there would be even a single collision!
When push comes to shove, we are analogous to tiny little bugs living out our entire lives on the body of the world’s hairiest dog. Each morning we get up and start in on arguing about What The Dog Is. Meanwhile we are completely oblivious to everything “outside the dog”. We’re like the folks in Flatland calculating the Meaning Of Life when they have only the vaguest of clues regarding the third dimension we live in.
And what other dimensions might there be? Brian Greene in The Elegant Universe speculates there are [I believe] 13 additional dimensions given the “nature” of string theory.
Or, as the Moody Blues once lyrically proposed:
don’t you feel small?/it happens to us all