That's it?
Home - Train - office - gym - home. That’s it?
Okay, the bigger perspective,
Study Job Money Marry Retire Die. Is that really it?
I don’t think so! Do you really think this beautiful world was created so that we get up in the morning, dress up and eat quickly, chase, beseech autowalas, get sandwiched in trains, whack our brains in office for 12 long hours to make money for someone else, come back half dead, have the worst quality of life and food and go to bed? Is that really inspiring a motivation enough for someone to come up with this world? I don’t think so. I just don’t think so.
Then what is it that we, the sentient beings are missing? What is it that we all are not able to either understand or accept? Today, our intelligence has reached out from galaxies to genes and yet how truly we cannot yet define what life is? What the purpose of life is? Why are we, what we are? Why not someone else? Why don’t we even know how the hell our entire body actually works and which it does so beautifully? It is like you are the pilot of an aircraft whose functioning you just don’t know! You don’t know to operate it and yet the aircraft is flying, cruising over the clouds and you are enjoying every moment of it just because somewhere within, you know, you have a sense of faith in some unknown power that you never dared to question, Maybe because it was scary or morbid for a few or just not worth thinking and spoiling the fun.
A lot of questions asked. The answer is hinted in this short story :
Sir Isaac Newton had an accomplished artisan fashion for him a small scale model of our solar system which was to be put in a room in Newton's home when completed. The assignment was finished and installed on a large table. The workman had done a very commendable job, simulating not only the various sizes of the planets and their relative proximities, but also so constructing the model that everything rotated and orbited when a crank was turned. It was an interesting, even fascinating work, as you can image, particularly to anyone schooled in the sciences.
A atheist-scientist friend of Newton's came by for a visit. Seeing the model, he was naturally intrigued, and proceeded to examine it with undisguised admiration for the high quality of the workmanship.
"Oh My! What an exquisite thing this is!" Newton's friend exclaimed. "Who made it?"
Paying little attention to him, Sir Isaac answered, "Nobody."
Stopping his inspection, the visitor turned and said, "Oh? Evidently you did not understand my question. I asked who made this?"
Newton, enjoying himself immensely no doubt, replied in a still more serious tone, "Nobody. What you see just happened to assume the form it now has."
"You must think I am a fool!" the visitor retorted heatedly, "Of course somebody made it, and he is a genius, and I would like to know who he is."
Newton then spoke to his friend in a polite yet firm way: "This thing is but a puny imitation of a much grander system whose laws you know, and I am not able to convince you that this mere toy is without a designer and maker; yet you profess to believe that the great original from which the design is taken has come into being without either designer or maker! Now tell me by what sort of reasoning do you reach such an incongruous conclusion?
[adapted from Sir Isaac Newton Solar System Story (from the book: The Truth: God or evolution?, by Marshall and Sandra Hall, Baker Book House, Grand Rapids, MI)]
Okay, the bigger perspective,
Study Job Money Marry Retire Die. Is that really it?
I don’t think so! Do you really think this beautiful world was created so that we get up in the morning, dress up and eat quickly, chase, beseech autowalas, get sandwiched in trains, whack our brains in office for 12 long hours to make money for someone else, come back half dead, have the worst quality of life and food and go to bed? Is that really inspiring a motivation enough for someone to come up with this world? I don’t think so. I just don’t think so.
Then what is it that we, the sentient beings are missing? What is it that we all are not able to either understand or accept? Today, our intelligence has reached out from galaxies to genes and yet how truly we cannot yet define what life is? What the purpose of life is? Why are we, what we are? Why not someone else? Why don’t we even know how the hell our entire body actually works and which it does so beautifully? It is like you are the pilot of an aircraft whose functioning you just don’t know! You don’t know to operate it and yet the aircraft is flying, cruising over the clouds and you are enjoying every moment of it just because somewhere within, you know, you have a sense of faith in some unknown power that you never dared to question, Maybe because it was scary or morbid for a few or just not worth thinking and spoiling the fun.
A lot of questions asked. The answer is hinted in this short story :
Sir Isaac Newton had an accomplished artisan fashion for him a small scale model of our solar system which was to be put in a room in Newton's home when completed. The assignment was finished and installed on a large table. The workman had done a very commendable job, simulating not only the various sizes of the planets and their relative proximities, but also so constructing the model that everything rotated and orbited when a crank was turned. It was an interesting, even fascinating work, as you can image, particularly to anyone schooled in the sciences.
A atheist-scientist friend of Newton's came by for a visit. Seeing the model, he was naturally intrigued, and proceeded to examine it with undisguised admiration for the high quality of the workmanship.
"Oh My! What an exquisite thing this is!" Newton's friend exclaimed. "Who made it?"
Paying little attention to him, Sir Isaac answered, "Nobody."
Stopping his inspection, the visitor turned and said, "Oh? Evidently you did not understand my question. I asked who made this?"
Newton, enjoying himself immensely no doubt, replied in a still more serious tone, "Nobody. What you see just happened to assume the form it now has."
"You must think I am a fool!" the visitor retorted heatedly, "Of course somebody made it, and he is a genius, and I would like to know who he is."
Newton then spoke to his friend in a polite yet firm way: "This thing is but a puny imitation of a much grander system whose laws you know, and I am not able to convince you that this mere toy is without a designer and maker; yet you profess to believe that the great original from which the design is taken has come into being without either designer or maker! Now tell me by what sort of reasoning do you reach such an incongruous conclusion?
[adapted from Sir Isaac Newton Solar System Story (from the book: The Truth: God or evolution?, by Marshall and Sandra Hall, Baker Book House, Grand Rapids, MI)]
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