What is life ? Stargazing

Atoms that fly.

I was by the lagoon looked up at the sky

Searching for a silver lining in a dark cloud that shine

Like Lilly white

Instead I saw some atoms that fly

And landed in the lagoon

Hoping to find some bite

Atoms that fly, searching atoms that swim.

In the sea of atoms that float

Isn't it a wonderful sight?

Atoms that fly

What is life?

After a long time, I was looking at the sky. Just to note some twinkling stars. Maybe it is more than a year since I was consciously aware of these tiny dots presence in the sky. Last I can remember, was two years ago, looking for roaming satellites in a background of countless stars. And today there is no luck, and I could not see any shooting stars or moving things. But it's good enough. It is good enough few stars, which just send those light which reach my eyes millions of years later. Did those stars ever think that I will observe them and think about it? I highly doubt that, it is my consciousness which noted their presense in the dark moonless night.

Uncertainity of stargazing

Let's assume otherwise. Let's assume a star I observe is a consciousness itself. That it wanted to be seen and exclusively send those light rays towards earth, at the exact moment for me to see. How likely is that? Even if that is true still, there is a chance I would have not looked up at the sky. If I did not, climb this hill, if I did not have a minute for myself uninterrupted awareness, if the sky wasn't clear, I would have not made that observation. And if that did not happen I would not write this now, and there would be nothing for you to read. So, I suggest you to look around, where you are now.

Lanterns in the night

Lanterns

Lanterns in the dark

Reminds me of the nights

How we stayed till they burn out

To bring back the darkness

And start counting stars

Uncertainity of any observation

You can be on your vacation, drinking a beer on a beach, you can be at work, just taking a hot coffee break, you can be stressed searching for meaning of life, and if any of that did not happen you would not read these words. The real question is those reasons were just the tip of the iceberg. And we can travel back in time chasing reason after reason, and interwoven jumble of reasons which is called universe upto the big bang! And even the story would not end up there, as there is always an egg before any chicken and chicken before an any egg. And if we pick up any tiny event from this untraceable streak of events and made tiny adjustment (chaos theory) to this we can assume, we would never be here on earth. If the earth did move few hundred kilometers to right or left due to a nuclear reaction of an atom which did not happen quantillion years ago, there would not be humans at all, and no smartphones, so much so for a reason of an atom! And I would be not there to observe the stars and you would not be there to follow the thought process.

Liers of faith, liers of science.

In the vast jungle of interwoven reasons, if someone claims that they know why we are on earth, I would call him mad, not God. And I would not replace my blind faith of a universal creator with a scientist who is looking for reasons beyond reasons. As I can understand the likelihood of science reaching the begining of everything outside, seems unrealistic from the begining. What are we thinking? With 10000 years of human history we can only go back three to five iterations of any reasoning. How are we going to expect a million reasons behind the blooming of a flower in my garden? At this rate it will be anyway eternity.

Silhoutte of life

Silhouette

Silhouette of life

Looking at the skies

Searching for a meaning

In an infinity Undefined

Why?

Selfish mindfulness

Instead I like to take the rational route, which is selfish way of doing things. Instead of looking at stars for the meaning of life, I would look at myself.

I would look at myself when I see the stars.

I would look at myself when I see the migrating birds.

I would look at myself when I win a lottery

I would look at myself when my car hit a bump

I would look at myself when I hear a song

I would look at myself when I take a shower

I would look at myself when I write a poem Or break my heart when I cry

I would look at myself when you listen, and react to my poem

And understand it is nothing but the knower and the knowing made it a mess in the first place. Selfish answer is it all started for myself, at the exact moment I recognise a thing, in this unexplainable unthingy world. Maybe the stars are meant to be not things after all, and there would be one less problem for you, if I did not stargaze tonight.