We are what we are.
Evolution states that we are built-up matter. Complicated
dust. From the very beginning, we have and always will be
an extension of mother nature, of existing material. Matter
that suddenly formed and interacted with itself, sharpening
its skills from within. Material coercing with material,
making itself superior at times and inferior at others.
Somehow commanded by rules from no where, divised by no
one. Massive amounts of energy exhausted to make up a highly localized,
organized system. Entropy at its greatest. Now we, as the
matter, have been designed to describe these mathematical rules.
But that's only maybe. We have only been around for so
long, and every assumption is made from a tiny window of
time.
You see, the issue is that the little girl who keeps asking
why really wants to know. And she asks why so many times
that we REALLY don't know. We may know why things fall to
the ground, but when she asks why gravity exists, we are
just as clueless as the girl. Because, who decided the
rules, and who said everything with mass must have a force?
Science is just a fancy way to keep our denial, fancier
ways of saying that an apple falls to the ground. Fancier
ways of predicting the next thing that happens to us.
But really, in the end, we are built-up matter. We think we
are "self-conscious" unlike trees or mice, but we are
actually just the same. The only difference is that we have
larger brains and better memory, allowing our conditioning
to be more complete.
No one really knows why we're here, we all just assume. We
do things we perceive as more productive, like go to college
and try to give things more descriptive names, so a walrus is
officially an Odobenus Rosmarus. And we create
situations and destroy them so as to depend on everyday
life, rather than concentrate on the girl who keeps asking
why.
She should know better.