Our universe is profoundly large.
I mean, seriously. Think of everything in it. Trillions and trillions of particles and atoms, so much we can’t even begin to discover the amazing depth and number.
And all we hang by are some measly laws of physics.
Just imagine — losing a penny in the immense reaches of space. You would have no hope of ever finding it again. Everything in the world is made up of little tiny pieces, little tiny lifeforms made up of smaller and smaller lifeforms.
What holds it all together?
What if one day it all broke apart? Became chaos, swirling nothingness. What if gravity failed us? We’d go flying into the outer reaches of space, lost forever, alone forever.
How do you know that won’t happen?
Atheism has no explanation for many, many things. How do atheists know the world won’t end all of the sudden?
What is up? What is down? How did it start? When did it start? Why did it start? Where did it start?
Is there no logic in our world, apart from chance? Is chance hopeful? Where does hope come from? From where and what roots our imagination? Our passion? Are they merely chemical?
Is the physical all that exists? Surely it isn’t. I don’t dare to rely on what I see and feel alone. There is a great, great emptiness in the bare physical universe.
In the physical world, there is nothing to fill the longing in our hearts.
Take a moment to soak it in. A lonely world, a lonely universe, perhaps just one among millions of others. Innumerable expanses, miles upon miles, thousands of billions of light years. Empty space. Held together by things we cannot explain, and therefore cannot trust. Things we do not understand, and have no hope that we ever will. No hope. All life will end, and therefore all life is meaningless. An unknown beginning. An unknown end. Every man for himself. No God. No spiritual existence. This is it. This is all we have. And if, in fact, this is all we have, we really have nothing at all. Nothing that will last. One day, we will lie down and never rise again. So what’s the point?
To where will you turn if all things end to hopeless catastrophe, you lonely life among many?