RAwR

Heh. I've been getting quite comfortable writing stuff on my blog, since no one ever looks at it anyway, and it's a chance for me to practice jotting down my thoughts (which are all OVER the place recently).

Today, I'm going to talk about life.

For decades upon millenia, religion has been classifying life as a sacred vessel set upon the forces of divinity that exists solely to serve a higher purpose, or God, for that matter. Religion believes in souls, redemption and ultimately eternal existance. Which means, as people die, their essence is channeled to a vortex of mortal worship where they simply exist, and 'be'. Obviously, no accurate personal experiences of this netherregion has ever been accepted, albeit many have been reported.

Why is that so?

This brings us back to science. Science decodes life as "The property or quality that distinguishes living organisms from dead organisms and inanimate matter, manifested in functions such as metabolism, growth, reproduction, and response to stimuli or adaptation to the environment originating from within the organism." In layman's terms, if you move, you live.

Now, I'm not a biologist with fancy titles and glossy certificates hung over my wall. But I can tell you this. WE ARE NOT SPECIAL.

Everytime I google 'meaning of life', I get links to philosophical sites claiming and/or guiding and/or dismissing the minute arbitraries of life. What is our purpose on this earth? Is there a God? Why are we here?

Our brain is a very powerful organ, to describe it lightly. Launching nuclear warheads, commiting acts of detestable violence, decimating an entire planet into near smithereens just through consumer consumption... our brains? Been there, done that. The human brain itself is capable of creating dastardly brilliant devices, fit for the continual survival of its host's body. Invent a global system of interconnected computer networks that allow rapid (in milliseconds) transfer of information across two opposite poles of the planet? Check. An explosive device with the ability to exterminate 70% of the world's population if launched simultaneously, that obtains its destructive properties from the fission or fusion of minute atoms? Check. What else? Pollution? Check. Global warming? Check too.

You see?

We are not special. There is nothing enlightening about the human race. We weren't a breakthrough in the Creation of Earth.

We are just a quirk in the evolutionary line. While whales got enlarged hearts and lungs, elephants have gigantic front teeth, us humans obtained an engorged cranial organ.

Does this warrant us interspecies bigots to channel the aura of the priviledged? Who are we to decimate the simplicity of life, with narcissistic tendencies. If we have souls, so do the thousands of lives we each take away everyday. The ant you stepped on, the chicken you just ate, the weed you just poisoned.

So think about it. Are we any different from the other lifeforms on this planet? Do we necessarily have a pupose in life? Bottom line, we think of ourselves too highly. Oftentimes slogans such as " Only we (meaning humans) have the power to save the earth/ monkeys/ donkeys/ whatever species require saving/ corporate giants" subliminally appear in the various media forms.

Perhaps we should start saving the world from ourselves.