I'm a 17 year old male, with a severe ADHD-inflicted brain, just in case you had curiosity pertaining to myself. Also, I believe in no deity, so please if you give feedback, don't bother flinging religious terminology or textual references to religious scripts..
Let's talk about the Universe, which many of us think is infinite or finite (I capitalize Universe because it's my version of a god). While the Universe is the oldest "thing" that we can be certain of, we have this wild perception of time, space and the fusion of the two, spacetime. To myself, perceiving time is just a humanly thing. But our perception of time must have a start and a beginning correct? Even something infinite must theoretically have a start, because it's a term to describe something that "goes on forever". But truly, how could "time" have meaning, when we don't know the starting point, and could very well end, if our planet ceased to exist.
When I discovered Hubble's Deep Field and Ultra Deep Field observations, it really got me to thinking.. If we can visually observe a group of galactic masses, that are 13 billion years of travel at light speed, away from us, then this group could very well be non-existent. In retrospect, an intellectual being in my opposite view located on a planet somewhat similar to ours, could be seeing our galaxy in the midst of so many others, thinking the same thought, and therefore to this being, I could not be in existence..
What this really boils my brain down to, is some pretty general ideas, theories if you may, which can never have human confirmation.
Is time a reality, or is it just a measurement that humans overuse, to sort out the "past, present and future"?
What is the Universe? Is the Universe actually a "thing" or is it just an idea that we promote to protect our minds from what we cannot grasp mentally?
In a pure scientific though, does life actually matter? I see conformity even in those who refuse to conform to society. Even I give in to conformity, almost every second of my life, it's just a human limitation. But why should I waste my time with school, work, emotional pain, love, and death? I know it's brain function, and humans have unique perceptions, but I cannot seem to find a valid reason to live life the way it's designed. Because I know that it's all for nothing. It's really not a pessimistic thought, for myself, somebody who doesn't believe in afterlife, what's the point in working for money, for cars, clothes, power? Personal satisfaction? The warm feeling in your heart? Maybe for some, and most likely for those who believe they have something to look forward to after death, but not I.. so many factors play into so many ideas, something will always conflict with something else, cause and effect style. Democrats will never get along 100% with Republicans. Racism will never become a thing of the past to some. There will never be a day when pain is not experienced, or when love is first felt. It may be the probability that one in the 7 billion humans will experience one of these things, but again, it's just a number. What's it all for? What can my miniscule existence positively provide something bigger than humans, Earth, time, and so forth. I will have initiative, and I'm sure as I grow older, i'll gradually take shape of a moral, good man and live my life with pride. But i'll always have these thoughts...
Sorry for the huge blunder, mainly consisting of rhetorical questions and jabber. By the way, no I don't trip LSD or shrooms! I'm just a weird human.
Give me some thoughts, whether they correlate to my ideas or not. It's comforting to know that I'm not alone with this lovely mess of a brain I have.
Let's talk about the Universe, which many of us think is infinite or finite (I capitalize Universe because it's my version of a god). While the Universe is the oldest "thing" that we can be certain of, we have this wild perception of time, space and the fusion of the two, spacetime. To myself, perceiving time is just a humanly thing. But our perception of time must have a start and a beginning correct? Even something infinite must theoretically have a start, because it's a term to describe something that "goes on forever". But truly, how could "time" have meaning, when we don't know the starting point, and could very well end, if our planet ceased to exist.
When I discovered Hubble's Deep Field and Ultra Deep Field observations, it really got me to thinking.. If we can visually observe a group of galactic masses, that are 13 billion years of travel at light speed, away from us, then this group could very well be non-existent. In retrospect, an intellectual being in my opposite view located on a planet somewhat similar to ours, could be seeing our galaxy in the midst of so many others, thinking the same thought, and therefore to this being, I could not be in existence..
What this really boils my brain down to, is some pretty general ideas, theories if you may, which can never have human confirmation.
Is time a reality, or is it just a measurement that humans overuse, to sort out the "past, present and future"?
What is the Universe? Is the Universe actually a "thing" or is it just an idea that we promote to protect our minds from what we cannot grasp mentally?
In a pure scientific though, does life actually matter? I see conformity even in those who refuse to conform to society. Even I give in to conformity, almost every second of my life, it's just a human limitation. But why should I waste my time with school, work, emotional pain, love, and death? I know it's brain function, and humans have unique perceptions, but I cannot seem to find a valid reason to live life the way it's designed. Because I know that it's all for nothing. It's really not a pessimistic thought, for myself, somebody who doesn't believe in afterlife, what's the point in working for money, for cars, clothes, power? Personal satisfaction? The warm feeling in your heart? Maybe for some, and most likely for those who believe they have something to look forward to after death, but not I.. so many factors play into so many ideas, something will always conflict with something else, cause and effect style. Democrats will never get along 100% with Republicans. Racism will never become a thing of the past to some. There will never be a day when pain is not experienced, or when love is first felt. It may be the probability that one in the 7 billion humans will experience one of these things, but again, it's just a number. What's it all for? What can my miniscule existence positively provide something bigger than humans, Earth, time, and so forth. I will have initiative, and I'm sure as I grow older, i'll gradually take shape of a moral, good man and live my life with pride. But i'll always have these thoughts...
Sorry for the huge blunder, mainly consisting of rhetorical questions and jabber. By the way, no I don't trip LSD or shrooms! I'm just a weird human.
Give me some thoughts, whether they correlate to my ideas or not. It's comforting to know that I'm not alone with this lovely mess of a brain I have.