I often find myself awake at odd times of night, in the haze of dreams I’ve had for the past decade of my life. Dreams of moving, change, travel, exploration, and a resounding and beating repetition of never, ever remaining still.
Which leads to questions on the nature of the universe.
Naturally.
Suppose we skip thousands of years of primary theory and go straight to the idea that we are all a living part of something much, much, much bigger than even Carl or Neil could conceive of. In the simplest terms: We are the consciousness of the universe. We are a reflection of an infinite amount of time and space and experience. Tiny filaments in a network of strands, all connected, all covering a different sector in the so-called sky.
No matter how far our minds can reach, we, as humans, are bound by one shared experience. Some day, we will die. From that fear, we have also explored the concept of resurrection.
Death and Rebirth are major concepts we are all familiar with; popularized by the iconography of the Phoenix, a living being who must die and be reborn from its ashes, in what is, arguably, a process of a being that is constantly striving to be a better version of what it was the day before. A strong conviction, tied to an inevitability that has not only been accepted, but co-opted.
You should also, of course, consider the butterfly… A being that represents the cycle of birth, growth, change (metamorphosis), and, of course, death.
These cycles of creation and destruction are everywhere, and one could easily argue that destruction is its own form of creation. For instance, human skin cells die and shed from their body at such a rate that a completely different and new batch of skin cells is protecting your body.
You can also slice off half of a human liver and put it inside another human who doesn’t have one and their body will not only accept that liver, it will generate the other half like it was always there!
The nature of the universe is an inter-dimensional, metaphysical soup of everything, everywhere, all at once. One cannot simply view it in a linear or logical fashion. Perhaps, then, it would be more comforting or palatable to imagine that, though patterns and cycles do happen, the true nature of the universe is that of trial and error. From these trials and errors, while success and failure are purely subjective compared to infinity, one could easily understand and believe that no matter what is created or destroyed, every single atom and ion floating around us has a purpose. Or multiple purposes.
Existence, and by extension, creation and destruction, could be defined as the process of finding out what that purpose is, and expanding upon that until a new purpose is derived, or the heat death of the universe stops everything dead.
We could only hope by then, that the only answers left to be found, lie solely in our dreams.